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[ Faolan weighs his choices. There's no way he can get Laurent to stop commenting around, he supposes. And with the younger man dragging him into the conversation it would seem, he's not certain he'll be able to stay off of it either. SIGH AGAIN. ]

Fine. Poetry, then.

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