"That's correct. At the very least, the moment of a courtnapping should be a surprise. Get them to the secondary location before they have the chance to do anything. It shows off the ability to plan, their resolve, and being strong enough on the follow through," he said, moving over to pick up a pot to set down the flowers. He'd need to get a proper vase and water for them later. Taking a few moments to look over the stone. "And that is part of the game, yes. When a desired courtnapping happens, the idea is to show off strength, wealth, and ability. If you're capable of getting your target to where you want, keep them there, keep them healthy and content, it shows you have the ability to protect and take care of them, even if your home was under siege. If you can keep someone inside, it means you have at least some ability to keep people out."
He shrugs. "Part of loving someone is feeling secure with them. At least, that was always my thought if I was to courtnap someone. The nicest room with the finest silks with the most exquisite jewelry with the most delicious food. Books and poetry and tools for whatever hobbies they have," he said and chuckles. "And their own squadron of bull clones to wait on them hand and foot and probably the modern entertainment, depending how much they kept up with mortal advancements. I wouldn't want them to doubt for a moment that I thought they were the most valuable thing in the room because all of that would be freely offered. And I would do anything to keep what I treasured."
He looks up. He opens his mouth. Closes it again. Hesitates, fingers tapping on the stone. "I haven't...really thought about it," he said. A pause. "Gifts are good. I like gifts." His hair crackles. "Gifts are easy to understand."
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He shrugs. "Part of loving someone is feeling secure with them. At least, that was always my thought if I was to courtnap someone. The nicest room with the finest silks with the most exquisite jewelry with the most delicious food. Books and poetry and tools for whatever hobbies they have," he said and chuckles. "And their own squadron of bull clones to wait on them hand and foot and probably the modern entertainment, depending how much they kept up with mortal advancements. I wouldn't want them to doubt for a moment that I thought they were the most valuable thing in the room because all of that would be freely offered. And I would do anything to keep what I treasured."
He looks up. He opens his mouth. Closes it again. Hesitates, fingers tapping on the stone. "I haven't...really thought about it," he said. A pause. "Gifts are good. I like gifts." His hair crackles. "Gifts are easy to understand."