[she looks back at him, matching gaze for gaze as her ages of skill have given her. despite the way her heart aches and yearns as she etches the moment to a sensory memory, she does not let her placid expression break.
instead, she just gently teases him:] Slippery slope, Wolfwood. I pray you raise your standards a bit above 'mysterious, potentially dangerous.'
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instead, she just gently teases him:] Slippery slope, Wolfwood. I pray you raise your standards a bit above 'mysterious, potentially dangerous.'