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[justice_is_blond]

[It clicks on and there's a pause.]

And now... Hello? I'm assuming you're trying to reach me. By the Forge. So you talk now, or not now, you talk when I'm done talking, and then I'll get the message and I'll respond as quickly as possible.

[There's another pause.]

Oh! Anders. I'm Anders. You have reached Anders, please leave a message for me.

[There's another click as the message ends.]

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[brewglory]

[Severus glances at the door, though it's simply a way to avoid meeting Anders' eyes rather than ensure no one is listening in on their conversation. If Martha was there, she would have burst in by now and demanded an explanation.

It's only a second or two, time enough to concoct a half-truth, before he returns his attention to the mage.]

It was my own doing. I came to you because I hoped you would leave no scar.

[It's close enough. What he avoids saying, of course, is that she was uninvolved, or that he wished to avoid worrying her.]

Vanity, shall we say?

[...Right.]

[justice_is_blond]

[He's not sure that Martha's gotten as precise as him yet, so that... could very well be true. The need for privacy still seems off, but Anders has nothing else to go on.]

And, as demonstrated, no scar. Though I'd say you may have a little too much vanity if you're demanding privacy for something as simple as that.

[Probably a shot at the dark, and Anders is no expert at reading people. He's curious, though.]

[brewglory]

[He says nothing at first, his expression carefully blank while he wonders just how much Anders might know - and how much he'll want to know before allowing Severus to leave.]

We have, in my world, something known as doctor-patient confidentiality; wherein a doctor - or healer - may not disclose personal information about their patient. I assume the clinic operates with some similar rule in place?

[justice_is_blond]

[Well, that's a dodge if he's ever heard one. Anders rolls his eyes.]

It's not a rule, but that's generally how we do things. I'll not just go around telling someone. Don't ever order me to heal you again, though. Ask, I'll do it. Order, with something non-life-threatening, and you get to wait for someone else to come along.

[brewglory]

[For a moment, he considers arguing. Under any other circumstances, he might have done - but just now, he suspects it's a fair price to pay for silence on the mage's part.

So, finally, he gives a slight cant of his head.]

My apologies. It won't happen again.

[It isn't the heartfelt apology he offers only a few, but it's something, particularly considering the source.]

[justice_is_blond]

[Anders nods. It's about as good as he can expect, considering the source.]

Right. You're fine, then. And I'll not talk about it.