[he tilts his head toward her when she leans forward, holding his hand to his chin. such crafty looking co-conspirators, here. he doesn't seem at all surprised by her choice though, even if he goes through the motions of appraising the selected stranger just for show.]
That one, truly? Doesn't he look a little sickly? [it's said in a teasing tone, and he laces his fingers behind his back as he takes a lazy step forward.]
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That one, truly? Doesn't he look a little sickly? [it's said in a teasing tone, and he laces his fingers behind his back as he takes a lazy step forward.]