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[hassaran]

[ Yseult hums, waiting until Darras has leaned back before shrugging. ]

It will keep. Who knows about you.

[staysail]

[He laughs.]

Not that I'm complaining about the attention, y'know--in fact I much prefer this--but I'll keep just as well, y'know. Maybe even better. Is it moths that eat paper? No danger of that for me.

[hassaran]

[ Her laugh is soft, and she flicks a finger at a button on his shirt, then slides fingers through the gaps between them. ]

No, not from moths. But the paper's not in much danger of being kidnapped and killed.

[staysail]

[He tips his chin back, grinning. The tingle of her fingers against his skin is familiar, but no less for it. Better, in fact.]

You don't know that. I could kidnap 'em.