[ Raphael laughed, and tipped his glass in return, before he took a drink himself. The hands of a sinner, hm? He eyed her with curiosity, given that last line, and though his impulse was to simply continue, she had broken the spell with a tip of her glass, and to continue would be like a string of encores gone on too long. The devil knew the meaning of timing, and though he often wanted the last word...
Well, he knew how to share a stage. ]
You have a way with words.
[ He said, and it's with a friendly smile, of one artist to another, and his eyes find the road beneath them, as he looked down on it. Something like a king looking down on peons, as another few legionnaires ran by, their armor clanking under the warm Springstar sun. ]
What nature of wordsmith have I found in this most tempestuous of battles?
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Well, he knew how to share a stage. ]
You have a way with words.
[ He said, and it's with a friendly smile, of one artist to another, and his eyes find the road beneath them, as he looked down on it. Something like a king looking down on peons, as another few legionnaires ran by, their armor clanking under the warm Springstar sun. ]
What nature of wordsmith have I found in this most tempestuous of battles?