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You are still in control of it.

[ He said as he dragged Chilton to his seat and dumped him back into it. ]

You are simply not in control of whether or not I choose to take a nap.

[ Starr moved away, loosening his tie as he walked around the desk -- choosing the seat furthest from Chilton's desk. ]

I can sit here quietly if you prefer.

[ Quiet, sure. But he demonstrated that silence and simply stared at Chilton, either not caring that his gaze could be unsettling or remaining oblivious to that fact. ]

Don't. [Whispered Chilton, from across as he sat at his desk. He didn't dare stand up again, because Starr clearly did not want him to do so.]

Don't look at me. Like that. Close your eyes at least.

Do I make you uncomfortable?

[ Starr tilted his head and then broke eye contact to look down at the papers on Chilton's desk. ]

What are you busying yourself with anyway? Can you even work properly at this level of intoxication?

I am rapidly sobering up, thank you. [Starr had that effect.] And yes -- you'd be surprised at the degree of functionality I can achieve while imbibing. Or having imbibed.

[Chilton had something of a habit, in fact. Otherwise might classify it as "a problem."]

Why are you here, Starr? Really?

I am concerned for you and your state of mind. You are not taking well to the appearance of someone who threatens your...uniqueness. And I do not believe you should be alone to stew over your destructive thoughts.

[ He shrugged, glancing toward the ceiling. ]

"Destructive thoughts." You think I am likely to self-harm? Me?

[Beyond drinking himself into a painful state. But Chilton didn't count his courting of alcoholism as "self-harming."]

I would implore you to believe me -- I'm fine. I have been fine. I remain fine.

No. I do not believe you would harm yourself beyond the excessive drinking.

[ A flicker of a glance toward Chilton's glass. ]

But I do believe your thoughts may consume you, lead you to lash out, lead you to say things over the network perhaps you will want to take back after the fact. Lead you to order Chauncy Anderson to have a lobotomy. And that is not the path a Messiah should take so early -- before he has risen to power and can be easily forgiven for such behavior.

You are going to have to force me to stop.

[It was more of a tease than anything, when Chilton smirked over the rim of his glass. He took another, deeper sip, his eyes staring at Herr Starr.]

Because I really have no intention to mitigate my behavior -- nor those alleged causes.

You are being petulant.

[ He frowned at Chilton's smirk. He frowned even deeper at the maintained eye contact. Come on, Chilton. Why are you acting nearly flirtatious when you are in this state and Starr cannot act upon it?

He shifted in his seat and looked away from the doctor. ]

Am I? Well, then, you know precisely what to do with a petulant man, don't you?

[It was a smirking dare, a tease that Chilton figured Starr would not pursue. He knew how crucial consent was to Herr Starr. Absolutely vital.]

I will tie him up and gag him if he is not careful.

[ Starr both warned and threatened, crossing his arms over his chest and leveling his gaze on Chilton and his damn smug smirk. ]

Oh. Sounds like you might have explicit experience with that tactic.

[Which wasn't must of a taunt -- Starr probably did have explicit experience with that tactic.]

That part of your Grail training, or something you picked up independently?

I've only been with the Grail for ten years. So clearly, I've learned most of my tactics outside of the organization. I preferred it when you were surly and angry to your mildly flirtatious demeanor. So please, go back to where you were before.

[ Which...probably only served as an invitation for Chilton to amp it up. Starr realized this belatedly. ]

Surly and angry really sets your juices burning, is that it? [A sick sort of grin cuts across his face.] When you bring someone to heel, you prefer when they deserve it.

Makes you all the more righteous, doesn't it?

I am not having this conversation with you. Finish up your drink and then we will get you home, safe and sound.

[ Unless Chilton intended to spend the night here....and in that case, Starr was in for an awfully long evening. ]

[With a juvenile roll of his eyes, he did as he was told -- finishing his drink without question, and standing to be ushered by the ever-responsible Herr Starr.]

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