Ianchus rubs his own neck, snapped out of his trance, giving Jezebel an overtly-patronizing look. But he's clearly still amused, clearly still interested, and he steps back, holding his arm out in a mocking gesture.]
After you, then, sir.
[Ah...
He can still feel that cold circle of the thumbpad.]
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Ianchus rubs his own neck, snapped out of his trance, giving Jezebel an overtly-patronizing look. But he's clearly still amused, clearly still interested, and he steps back, holding his arm out in a mocking gesture.]
After you, then, sir.
[Ah...
He can still feel that cold circle of the thumbpad.]