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Well, Andrion had really just wanted to get a rise out of the little princess, but to imagine that the whole thing served as a house-building activity instead? Leave it to the blue-bloods to start snapping at any sign of weakness!

[b]"What can I say?"[/b] the massive man replied, turning to the ice-cold motherfucker. As he did, he pulled down the collar of his already-bursting shirt somewhat, revealing the symbol of Yhirel that hung from his neck. [b]"As an adherent, I've only the most profound respect for a fellow so stainless as the Archbishop. And as a person, well, we're outside, so why'd we use inside voices?"[/b]

He clasped Doric's hand with his own after, presenting a firm, but not domineering grip.

[b]"Andrion Godson, my good man. Thanks for the warning, but I don't figure I'd even need to keep my head down for a week."[/b] A thumb crudely jabbed towards where Sherry was presently, fawning over a little winged lizard. [b]"So long as I keep one of those in my breastpocket, I'm sure all'd be forgiven."[/b]

[b]"Wouldn't be so eager to pluck those flowers too, little lady!"[/b] He laughed, walking past the garden to keep up with the Archbishop. [b]"They grow pretty, but smell like shit after cutting. I'm sure you wouldn't mind, but your roommate sure would."[/b]