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Engelhard. Of course he had to have the most ridiculous name. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead blinking shyly at the male.
You can call me Tine. The shadow murmured, finding herself unwilling to hear her full name on the man's tongue. It would no doubt irritate her further. She studied him for a moment before she spoke again, eyes flitting over his features and the colors that cloaked him. He actually wasn't ugly-- unappealing to her, but perhaps a handsome specimen if one found effeminate males attractive. Samaantine preferred the rugged, scarred look. But, that was entirely off topic from her intentions, fortunately.
Can I ask you something, Engel?