[ Gray isn't sure what Mordred is insinuating, so she doesn't attempt to get in the middle of things. While Rin deals with that, Gray thinks about how potent this "perfume" is. It's starting to make her a little warm and funny in the head, a bit like downing a glass of alcohol... but oddly, she still has no desire to step away. She absently loosens her cloak at the collar to try to get some air in, a flush beginning to creep to the surface of her skin. ]
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