[the Duke of Oxford and Rasputin enter the summer room]
Duke of Oxford:
Here we are.
[Rasputin closes the doors. He notices a Bakewell tart on the table]
Rasputin:
You are expecting someone?
Duke of Oxford:
Yes, our nanny is a wonderful cook, so she's made this cake as a gift for our host, the prince.
Rasputin:
Please... take your trousers off and sit down.
Duke of Oxford:
Certainly.
Rasputin:
I will make the room warm for you.
[Rasputin adds fire to the fireplace while Oxford removes his trousers. Outside, Conrad and Shola quietly approach the room outside]
Rasputin:
In the summer, I come here with my young friends. We swim naked in the bathing pond, then come inside and fuck in front of the fire.
Duke of Oxford:
Naturally. Ah, there we are. Trousers off.
[Oxford sits down, then Rasputin grabs his left leg and place it on his lap]
Duke of Oxford:
Steady.
Rasputin:
Blood is life. Its flow is healing. And I can teach it where to flow.
[Rasputin looks at the gunshot scar on Oxford's thigh]
Rasputin:
Hmm... your wound was fixed superficially and with very poor needlework.
Duke of Oxford:
Hmm.
[Rasputin looks at the tart]
Rasputin:
This cake is good, no?
Duke of Oxford:
Yes, it's Bakewell tart. It's my favorite. We can eat it together when I put my trousers back on.
Rasputin:
No. Well, to do this properly, I will need energy.
[Rasputin grabs half of the tart and sniffs it before taking a bite]
Rasputin:
It's very good.
Duke of Oxford:
Hmm.
Rasputin:
Very English.
Duke of Oxford:
Yes, it's very English.
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