You do yourself a disservice, being so humble, Lady Knight. [Chuckled softly under his breath as he leans forward to grasp his offered cup, content to take it however she's offered (correctly, it seems, once he's lifted the spoon and taken a sip). The future is ever uncertain, even for creatures so long-lived, but moments like this-- like the laughter and hard claps on the shoulder post meeting-- make it all more bearable than the endless strain of gunfire and blood. Swords and crossbows before that.]
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