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lasher was well-received -- indeed, renoir seemed positively delighted to see him. allowing himself a basking moment in this before taking in the gilded limbs, the effeminancy that the younger man wore as a cloak 'round him, though the tones were mellifluous in their masculinity. "j'ai appris l'art du silence," he murmured with a grin.

he let himself look over renoir more plainly now, inviting the golden wolf to see this and to know that the interest was return -- the glance-over was accompanied by a wan little smile, and taltos murmured presently, "tu es très belle."

renoir and his exotic tongue need say aught -- it was enough for lasher to speak the words, and he drew his eyes away, having sipped at the well of diversion in the form of the feast for his eyes.