Neverwinter Forest But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie.

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"i wouldn't ever try to separate a woman from her tongue," he purled in dry jest. this was the game now; flirting that was not flirting at all, but banter. this was more than acceptable, for so far belharra had captured his intrigue. it was easier between them now, casual. 

asmodeus accepted the woman as lead hunter, flat black eyes lingering on the burnished henna of her own. "this is a pastime of yours, i suspect." she was enthusiastic about it, perhaps more than a common wolf might be.