The barest trace of a smile appeared on rouged lips, serene as ever. Of course he did; not many had the courage to deny their Holy Mother. “As it stands, I merely wished to know the current levels of production. — Call me sentimental, but I miss looking over statistics.”
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A chuckle leads to a flicker of warmth cast upon his face, though fleeting and never reaching the eyes. Grace, he found, is always for sale.
' Curious, are we? Well, what can I say? Curiosity resurrects the precious feline to roam 'round the hills, littered with field mice and a storm brewing. Walk with me, my lady. '











