[ His laugh splutters in his throat before pulling fully free, and he’s still laughing when he tries to give Byerly an approving kiss on his very-close mouth. It’s half successful at best. ]
Sacré chant, such wondrous pools of beauty, right there in your face. How did I never notice before?
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Sacré chant, such wondrous pools of beauty, right there in your face. How did I never notice before?