[ hide it as he might, Dorian catches the twinge of bitterness there, that hint of something falling a little too close to some hidden target. It's not his place to ask, though he shuffles it away. ]
How delightfully brusque. I'm beginning to think I'll get along just fine, here.
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How delightfully brusque. I'm beginning to think I'll get along just fine, here.