Part 663: Flavia B
You have a moment, Flavia?
When it comes to you, oaf, I NEVER have a moment.
Ah yes, too busy sharpening that razor wit along with your swords, I'm sure... But perhaps this'll warm that icy heart of yours: fine mead from the old country. Have a drink, and let's talk a bit...
...Mead? Well, well, Basilio. If I didn't know better I'd say you were up to something...
Look, do you want some or-
Yes. Pour me a mug- a large mug, mind- and you can have your talk.
Take care not to spill it, now... This blasted stuff cost me a fair bit of coin. Now then, what I wanted to ask you... *ahem* Just between the two of us, eh? There are plenty of good men in this army of Chrom's, wouldn't you agree? So, er, have you... taken a shine to anyone?
Gods preserve us. What are you up to, oaf? I smell a trap... If you think I'm going to list my crushes like a giddy schoolgirl, then you-
Must you question everything, woman?! It's just idle banter, nothing more. Here, have another mug of mead... ...Tasty, isn't it? Now, come... You can tell old Basilio. My only aim here is to know you better.
Hmm, you couldn't ply me with mead in any case. I can drink you under the table. Fine then... I suppose Chrom is quite handsome, in his way.
Hmph. Not exactly a barrel of laughs, is he? Always has his nose buried in those maps... Not to mention that hair! A bit much, don't you think? Overcompensating, I'd say.
Your turn then. What lady do you fancy?
Me? Well, er... I suppose that Lucina lass isn't half bad.
What?! She's half your age!
Ha! That's ripe coming from you! You're old enough to be Chrom's mother!
...I told you about my new sword, didn't I, oaf? It's sharp enough to shave with...
*Gulp*
See? Feel the edge on your neck there? Look how those whiskers just fall away...
T-take it easy, Flavia. J-just put that sword down and we can-
Keep talking? Yes, why don't we. I believe you were saying something about my age?
Ur, yes, o-only how young and vibrant you look these da-
Enough, you simpering simpleton! Get out of my sight! ...And leave the mead.
But... it's my last bottle...
And you're on my last nerve! Now go, or your next shave will be with death!
Curse you, woman! I shall have revenge, or my name's not Basilio the Brave! (leaves)
Heh, first time I've ever heard the name, at least...