[He barks out a short laugh across the lip of his cup, then takes a sip from his warmed drink. Ilya Mor hooks one hand into high pocket of his vest. Carbauschian transparency. Very funny indeed.
He fixes Lakshmi with a look, a flashing smile. He must be very charming in circles where all that matters is being good looking and reasonably intelligent.]
Did you have something particular in mind, my-- forgive me, how would you like to be addressed?
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He fixes Lakshmi with a look, a flashing smile. He must be very charming in circles where all that matters is being good looking and reasonably intelligent.]
Did you have something particular in mind, my-- forgive me, how would you like to be addressed?