Kings2009

Vesper Abaddon:
Is this my last meal, then? Before execution? Goodness - it's not my birthday, is it? By my count, I have over a week.

King Silas Benjamin:
Four months ago. I don't need occasion to extend courtesy to a prisoner.

Vesper Abaddon:
Oh, dear... the king is bored. I felt that gloom, I'd rape a serving girl.

King Silas Benjamin:
So sure of yourself.

Vesper Abaddon:
I got nothin' to do. I think a lot about *you*. There's clarity in solitude. And you think I don't see, uh, loneliness when it's eating in front of me? You're a king - and every second you aren't miserable is a second stolen.

King Silas Benjamin:
It's a long time since you've been a king.

Vesper Abaddon:
Our lives... not much different. Though I somehow make do, without self-pity.

King Silas Benjamin:
Watch yourself.

Vesper Abaddon:
You expect to rule the world and be happy? Being a king's a *terrible* job - joyless, no comfort or heat. No silky lover who wants nothing back. You'd sooner find the ark as a true friend. God won't allow it; you still try... and he mocks you for it.

King Silas Benjamin:
What did I ever do to God?

Vesper Abaddon:
...You asked to be king. Macaroon?