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He stopped in his tracks, even going so far as to check the barrels' advances with his foot in succession.

Slowly, inexorably, he turned his gaze upon Sangue Naga.

The red-haired woman had honestly tried. He could sense it. Beneath the flat tone and constant poker face, there was an undercurrent of genuineness in her words that he could pick up on.

He affixed her with a look, equally blank and unreadable as her own.

Because honest though she might have been...

[b]"[i]No. It's Luke.[/i]"[/b]

That was offensively wrong.