[ Bastien’s looking at the ceiling first, thinking vaguely about the plausibility of that, but the movement of Byerly’s head brings his attention down, and the flirtation in his smile sharpens Bastien’s. ]
Strong enough to rescue a respected old rival from a high tower? [ He pulls Byerly’s hand up from his chest to kiss the backs of his talented fingers. ] Where he is kept by his cruel new master: the Marquis Rabat-Joie d’Obligation.
But for a night they could escape, before the Marquis catches up with them. Flee ashore. Remember the joys of gambling in a smokey room and getting a hand job in a back alley on a clear night.
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Strong enough to rescue a respected old rival from a high tower? [ He pulls Byerly’s hand up from his chest to kiss the backs of his talented fingers. ] Where he is kept by his cruel new master: the Marquis Rabat-Joie d’Obligation.
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[ He smiles privately to himself. ]
Twists him up in a geas that makes him throw himself also at hopeless causes.
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But for a night they could escape, before the Marquis catches up with them. Flee ashore. Remember the joys of gambling in a smokey room and getting a hand job in a back alley on a clear night.