[ Lancer leans over her with that smile of his, one arm stretching out so he can rest his hand (and weight) against the wall while he talks to her. Every movement seems simultaneously casual and horribly deliberate. ]
Why wouldn't I be? My master is a beautiful woman.
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Why wouldn't I be? My master is a beautiful woman.
[ HEH. ]
How much do you know about my legend, master?