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A/N: Remember in TQ Aly is exasperated with Topabaw and she says that in her father in Topabaw's position would stroke and slap them, so that the person being interrogated wouldn't know what was coming? Well, this is George interrogating someone.
Stroke and Slap
George walked into the room, where the woman he was interrogating sprawled on the floor, deep in hysterics. She was a middle aged, with soft auburn brown hair and coffee eyes, a straight nose, and a no-nonsense dress of a servant. She was a spy, and a practiced one at that. Not one of Tusaine's best, but she had the flourish of someone who had done this before.
He looked around the room. Ah, perfect. Everything was in place, from the two hard-backed chairs around the small table. The small table held a loaf of bread and two wine glasses with the best red wine in them. The wine contained no drugs to make her speak, at least, not yet.
"My lady, that is not the way a woman like yourself should act." George kindly stated.
The woman, who called herself Runia, looked up and peered at him through her bangs with tear-stained eyes. "Y-your not g-going to hurt m-me?"
George raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like that kind of man who would hurt a lady?" He helped Runia up. "I would no more eat one of my own children for dinner." He helped her into a chair and took the other one.
"Would you like some wine, Lady…"
"Runia." George could see that she had toyed with the idea to give a false name, but had swayed against it. She looked at the wine as if it were poison but said, "I would be honored to drink with such a lord."
George poured the wine. Runia took the cup and held it to her mouth, still debating, trying to stall for time. Finally when Runia realized that by stalling she was only making George more amused, she gulped and took a sip. She started. She thought that there would be drugs in the wine, but there weren't. Stroke and Slap 'em, which is what George did.
She became more relaxed as her shoulders drooped. She now thought George not a good spymaster, he could tell. Now, he secretly added a sedative that would make her feel calm and relaxed and also feeling safe. She sipped her wine again, and she leaned back and started looking tipsy.
"Now I know that you are a spy from Tuisane, and I want you to sign something for me." Then George's face took on a severe look. "Now get on the floor and sign it, in blood."
Runia face twisted with confusion. Wasn't this the man who had been so pleasant a moment ago, the senile man who couldn't be a spymaster? Stroke and Slap.
A/N: I know that this isn't my best work, but I like it. Please R&R, flames and all are welcome.