*Regulus, though he has been sipping wine all evening as well, displays no such relaxed expectancy as the young woman beside him. In fact, he looks as though he expects to be hexed or slapped more so than anything else, sitting stiffly with his knees and ankles tight together and his back as straight as if his mother is breathing down his neck. It isn't, he has assured himself on numerous occasions with varying degrees of conviction, that he dislikes Victoria. Hardly
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I feel as though I have been depriving you of late, Regulus.
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*He tries to clear his throat before speaking but gets embarrassed by it's loudness and looks her way almost to see if she'd noticed.*
I don't see how so.
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