[ He continues to stare, blankly, at Koltira; at his eyes, at the tracks carved into his face. For a moment he is entirely unable to comprehend what Koltira sees in him, why Koltira had even accepted the invitation, why Koltira is here -- and the moment passes. Sure. Bariyan's slightly drunk off the wine. He'll temporarily accept that his opinions and feelings are important. ]
All right. [ He draws his hand back to himself, covers his mouth, laughs. ] If you insist.
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All right. [ He draws his hand back to himself, covers his mouth, laughs. ] If you insist.