...For the record, you are an excellent kisser. However, I realize the castle may have put you in a position you would have... preferred not to be in, in which case I apologize for any embarrassment I may have caused.
[Inside there's a host of different things going on, but the loudest is the amusement and encouragement of his Companion. He shushes her inwardly, licking his lips.]
All right. I accept. Where shall we meet?
[He seems to be treating it as a formal sort of thing, but it's the only way he knows how.]
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All right. I accept. Where shall we meet?
[He seems to be treating it as a formal sort of thing, but it's the only way he knows how.]
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[And he hasn't gotten rid of that baby grand piano yet]
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[Concept of traditional time? Nope. He worked with candle-marks and positions of the sun still.]
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For food - would you prefer something familiar, or something new?
[Because given the way Van acts and dresses, he can make a reasonable assumption as what 'familiar' entails. Ah, good old English cooking.]
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[The prospect actually excited him, and he found himself smiling on his side of the journal, ignoring Yfandes' teasing.]
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[One might be able to pick out the quiet excitement in his voice.]
I'll have to remember to block Yfandes, the she-devil.
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Yfandes?
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[He laughs, finding himself enjoying conversation with this man, more than his has with others over the years.]
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[The note of self-deprecating humor there is rather clear]
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[He was stumbling over himself, stop that!]
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Well, then I will be sure not to miss it.
Good night, Clow.
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Good night, Vanyel. I'll see you tomorrow.