[ A cruel grin spreads on his face, swishing the wine as he turns back to the table, slowly selecting what he wants. A lead, which he turns back to show the other, drinking in the flush on his skin, the restlessness to his movement.
The glance at Basch's lips. ]
We could arrange that. I can ply you with wine, and take you for a walk.
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The glance at Basch's lips. ]
We could arrange that. I can ply you with wine, and take you for a walk.