Fritz: *is crippled with gout and leaning on a cane, as she well knows*
(Eddie Izzard on royal inbreeding: Cause it's a bad idea when cousins marry!)
Fritz: *patronizing smile* Thank you for your concern, madam, but the rigors of campaigning aren't something I'd expect you to be familiar with. It's only right and natural that you should be protected from such hardships. Allow this old warhorse to compliment you on your fine complexion.
Fritz: *courtly half-bow from his chair* Then he turns absolutely smug, because she just walked into the trap.
Fritz: I'm afraid I don't take your meaning about the portrait, though. I said that I'd seen it and that he kept it by his bed, not that I'd seen it by his bed. Interesting that you jumped to that conclusion; I'd rather thought you were too pure-minded for the gutter. But then, you would know more about your son than I would.
Fritz: *hasn't played the "Did I or Didn't I" game for thirty-plus years for nothing*
Fritz: And speaking of sons, if Max and Ferdinand are giving you as much trouble as I am, I can only imagine what your oldest is putting you through. Should I offer to take him off your hands? I might find him more manageable. You did seem worried about my influence over him when I was walking through the antechamber, and in quite the hurry to be rid of him.
*Inside Heinrich's brain* Eeeeexcellent. Everything is going according to plan.
*mimes raising a glass* To my brother getting laid on the regular and maybe calming the fuck down. And keeping his hands off my pages.
*looks around for Franz* Now, where on earth is that Joseph?
Re: Crackfic
(Eddie Izzard on royal inbreeding: Cause it's a bad idea when cousins marry!)
Fritz: *patronizing smile* Thank you for your concern, madam, but the rigors of campaigning aren't something I'd expect you to be familiar with. It's only right and natural that you should be protected from such hardships. Allow this old warhorse to compliment you on your fine complexion.
Fritz: *courtly half-bow from his chair* Then he turns absolutely smug, because she just walked into the trap.
Fritz: I'm afraid I don't take your meaning about the portrait, though. I said that I'd seen it and that he kept it by his bed, not that I'd seen it by his bed. Interesting that you jumped to that conclusion; I'd rather thought you were too pure-minded for the gutter. But then, you would know more about your son than I would.
Fritz: *hasn't played the "Did I or Didn't I" game for thirty-plus years for nothing*
Fritz: And speaking of sons, if Max and Ferdinand are giving you as much trouble as I am, I can only imagine what your oldest is putting you through. Should I offer to take him off your hands? I might find him more manageable. You did seem worried about my influence over him when I was walking through the antechamber, and in quite the hurry to be rid of him.
*Inside Heinrich's brain*
Eeeeexcellent. Everything is going according to plan.
*mimes raising a glass* To my brother getting laid on the regular and maybe calming the fuck down. And keeping his hands off my pages.
*looks around for Franz* Now, where on earth is that Joseph?