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Clay turned his head but never moved away, their faces were inches apart as his lips curl into a devilish grin and softly part. [i]"Talk?"[/i] he replies suggestively in a whisper as his eyes deliberately wander over her.
[i]"As much as I'd love to 'talk' looks like you got some work to do."[/i]
He notions to the man who had just drawn his sword. 
The moment Alex looks away Clay continues on moving. He calls back over his shoulder.
[i]"Sorry doll, talk later.
Oh and watch out for the pointy end."[/i] 

Clay chuckles to himself, the tavern always did bring in interesting people that was for sure but he was also sure Alex could handle herself. He could also smell Dorians presence, his return was a relief, he would never let anything bad happen to her. Clay would sit this one out, couldn't let it looked like he cared now.

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