[He's too bloody old for this. For company kept close enough that he wants nothing more than to linger where common sense dictates he should not, for the itch that sticks at the back of his neck when her stare withdraws from it at last, leaving nothing but tension and the bottle held in his palm.
Reaches coldly to find the corkscrew and set it to work, as diligent as ever.] Lucky for us both you didn't take me out in public as I am now.
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Reaches coldly to find the corkscrew and set it to work, as diligent as ever.] Lucky for us both you didn't take me out in public as I am now.
Sir Galahad the fool and his poor protégé.