[ Seating himself at the table, he takes a long, slow drink of his wine before answering, gaze sweeping over the rest of the court at the feast until it wends its way back to Roy. ]
I confess that I know of no conversation that would prove stimulating, at present. My thoughts linger on my son's absence.
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I confess that I know of no conversation that would prove stimulating, at present. My thoughts linger on my son's absence.