Oz pulled at face at Christabel's little rant. It was hard to say which was more distasteful to him: the implication that he was secretly a woman or the fact that she was bringing monthlies into the conversation. Being spiteful was one thing; he could understand and even respect spite. There was no need to cross the line into vulgarity. He might have said as much, had Porphyria's entrance not interrupted his train of thought.
"Your spy didn't tell you?" he asked dryly. He crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair, as if debating whether or not to tell them. He'd never really intended to hide it, though (if he had, he wouldn't have told Endymion about it). Like many things Ozymandias did in his life it had been primarily performative, and he wasn't going to turn down an audience. "I commended them for creating a new line of work for the literate but otherwise unemployable men of the world, who can now make a living reading the paper for affronted women. Which was quite funny, actually, and you both might've realized it if you didn't take yourselves so seriously."
"Your spy didn't tell you?" he asked dryly. He crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair, as if debating whether or not to tell them. He'd never really intended to hide it, though (if he had, he wouldn't have told Endymion about it). Like many things Ozymandias did in his life it had been primarily performative, and he wasn't going to turn down an audience. "I commended them for creating a new line of work for the literate but otherwise unemployable men of the world, who can now make a living reading the paper for affronted women. Which was quite funny, actually, and you both might've realized it if you didn't take yourselves so seriously."
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