[It's a low, displeased rumble, as Joseph glares down at his wine.]
He likes to play all his games, and yet won't indulge me in mine. Who knew that he actually had a bloody sense of shame somewhere amidst all that perversion? Is it my fault for not knowing?
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[It's a low, displeased rumble, as Joseph glares down at his wine.]
He likes to play all his games, and yet won't indulge me in mine. Who knew that he actually had a bloody sense of shame somewhere amidst all that perversion? Is it my fault for not knowing?
[He...stomps his foot a little.]