( Oh, that's - okay, Solomon gets him. He doesn't expect it, so he's a tiny bit embarrassed - he'd be more embarrassed if not for his rotted heart, so even this much is a pretty strong reaction, for him. )
... Nothing to thank me for.
( He tugs his hand to his side... )
... You really are suited to this sort of place.
( Fancy... rich things. Lips to his knuckles? Like... That's fairytale stuff. )
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... Nothing to thank me for.
( He tugs his hand to his side... )
... You really are suited to this sort of place.
( Fancy... rich things. Lips to his knuckles? Like... That's fairytale stuff. )