It would be a shame wouldn't it. [Kiss on the nose. Gonna get it. And... at the risk of having to intervene if Narvin made the wrong choice...

[Private]

I'm afraid I'm caught in a bit of a quandary.

[Better flee fast after that kiss on the nose happens. Narvin's got his staser back and the stun setting is a wonderful wonderful thing when you want to shoot someone but your sense of ethics says you shouldn't hurt them.]

[Private]

Aren't you always in some quandary or another?

[Aggrieved sigh to hide his burning curiosity.]

What is it?

[There will be fast fleeing! So fast! ...Try not to accidentally shoot someone else in pursuit.

Oh, and...]

Most of my quandaries don't involve solicitations by the Lord President.

[Only if they get in the way...]

Solicitations? Lord Rassilon is...requesting your assistance with some sort of scheme? [Time Lords. So repressed.]

Well... possibly... if the scheme involves his trousers.

Apparently... Rassilon's era was a more free period for our people.

I see. [Narvin...does not know what to do with this information yet or what to think or feel about it.]

I take it you aren't flattered at being chosen by our culture hero and Lord President?

Well... I'm fairly certain he'd prefer another of his own species, and as Omega and he are strictly friends and everyone else abhors him and he's not permitted to speak with you, he made a choice.

Therefore, I come to you with a question of whether or not I should accept. [And to give Narvin a test of loyalty. Either stick with his dedicated alien, or offer himself to Rassilon.

Oh please don't choose the latter. Please don't.]

[His thoughts are starting to sort themselves into some sort of order. The first thing he notices is that he's jealous. It's irrational. He's happy with Kay. But after all he did for Rassilon, helped design temporal weapons on his orders, destroyed planets, suppressed political threats in the name of security, it seems monumentally unfair that he should be completely ignored while the Doctor--a renegade--gets courted.]

I think that's your decision to make. [He says coolly, trying to keep any hint of emotion from showing.] Do you want to accept?

I'm not certain yet. [He is certain. Mostly certain. Hush, Valeyard, you're not a part of this conversation.] However, as fact stands you've been a better friend to me- if not my elder selves, so I thought I would come to you.

...Also, you've been active more recently than in the past century.

...Unless you have a platonic relationship with the agent. Are you? [His turn to be repressed and unsure. Platonic is what one usually does with companions...]

[You're not helping! Where are the other twelve! BAWWW!]

We're...[awkward pause and clearing of throat]...not platonic.

Lord Rassilon can be manipulative. But I'm sure you know that. He is, after all, a Time Lord and a politician.

[Another long pause.]

For my part, although he is my president I wouldn't trust him enough to let my guard down to such an extent. Maybe I would have before... [Not just maybe. During the early days of Rassilon's presidency, when he was still star-struck, if Rassilon had wanted him he would have considered himself honoured.]

I'm loyal to him, and I'll obey orders. That doesn't mean I've forgotten what he's done. Accede to his desires if you wish, but don't think he won't turn on you if you become inconvenient.

[That's relieving to hear, because he knows now that he won't have to go running to Rassilon's chamber to make sure he gets there before Narvin.] Then I'll proceed with whatever decision with caution.

And how about this for another admission. Perhaps another reason I doubt myself.

I abhor being in charge... But I think this time around, I could have been good at it.

[Narvin had considered it, but common sense prevailed and he realized what a bad idea it would be for a large number of reasons, not the least of which was Kay.]

You are more organized than the rest of you. But, again, consider the competition.

[Common sense earned it's good scout badge today!] That's just it, Narvin. I always do.