#raphael decrescendo

Raphael: I was the second child. Everything fell to me through unfortunate circumstances -- everything, including you. My brother’s place on the Council, his lands and titles... it was never meant to be mine, and yet I find myself with an opportunity, and I will not have that opportunity jeopardized by a silly little girl who didn’t have the sense to keep her legs closed because she believes in love. It ends now.

Raphael: If this is about you and the butler, you can save your breath.

Lailah: About me and--?

Raphael: The butler, yes. I’m already well aware of that particular situation.

Lailah: ...

Raphael: Lailah! This is -- a surprise, to say the least -- and hardly proper -- where is your chaperone?

Raphael: I suppose I had better begin the arrangements.

Lailah: No, I’ll -- I’ll take care of it. As the woman of the house, that... that falls to me. And I have all the plans your brother and I had made, I can speak to--

Raphael: As you wish. Get it taken care of.

Lailah: Why should I deny it? You seem terribly sure of yourself--

Raphael: [sigh] If that’s all you came to tell me...

Lailah: It’s not. We need to move up the wedding.

Raphael: That’s hardly possible, considering the circumstances. My brother--

Raphael: What, you loved the butler because his morals were as loose as yours? And my brother’s social status was no doubt the appeal there--

Lailah [off]: I -- no -- it wasn’t like that--

Raphael: I don’t see why I should. Your reputation is at stake -- not mine. I have done nothing wrong. Given your situation, the smarter move would be to call off the wedding altogether--

Lailah: You think calling off the wedding won’t raise a few eyebrows?

Raphael: Rushing the wedding would raise a few more.

Lailah: The city is in mourning. Use the wedding as an excuse to give them something to celebrate.

Taz: Right here, ladies. The man, the myth, the legend--

Raphael: That’s enough, Tzuriel.

Taz: Quite the charmer, as you can see--

Raphael: I said that’s enough.