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"Quite right your grace." Like's reflection spoke from the glass as he set it on his lips.
His voice, no her voice, moving up in pitch as it took a more feminine nature.
White and delicate fingers put the empty beerglass down. Red lips to match the creature before her.
"And I should know, I'm a collector of sorts. It is an honor to meet you countess, duchess, queen."
Like acompanied her words with a light bow.