[He makes a low You don't say, hum across the lip of his glass in answer, swallowing down whatever mouthful of cocktail he's pulled from it. His forearm unfolds lazily across the arm of the chair after, the glass tangled in his fingers settling there at the very edge.]
Naturally. Gods forbid you over indulge and risk missing out on all the excitement here.
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Naturally. Gods forbid you over indulge and risk missing out on all the excitement here.