[ There's a brief red glow in his left pupil, but it doesn't turn up anything, either. He doesn't spend much longer studying the sword before he aims a doubtful glance at empty air to his left, shrugs, and easily wrenches his hand back. ]
Ah, well. [ He settles back into his lounge, arms folded behind his head. ] Where were we? Flattery, I think.
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Ah, well. [ He settles back into his lounge, arms folded behind his head. ] Where were we? Flattery, I think.