[Stubborn as he is, Galahad's far from blind to the way her expression turns at the corner where his finger still rests, if only briefly. Were he less sincere in nature-- with the threat of a caged audience and pitched singing looming just overhead-- it would be easy to see how Lafayette so readily latched on to flattery.
Instead, he exhales, audible and tired, withdrawing to lean back against his chosen armrest.] At least you've finally admitted it.
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Instead, he exhales, audible and tired, withdrawing to lean back against his chosen armrest.] At least you've finally admitted it.