"Why Miss Uberwald," Dean returned, "are you trying to distract me from this excellent dinner I've had prepared?" He made himself sip rather than gulp at the wine like he wanted to, gesturing for her to eat. He'd join her as soon as his stomach stopped turning flips.
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Date: 2010-05-28 01:54 am (UTC)