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mahler glanced up from his diversion, the amused but cool planes of his face thawing beneath the warmth of nyx' voice. "ja, you have got me," the gargoyle grunted in return. he looked back at the water, then opted to pull himself from it, shaking out his pelt before approaching the woman.
"pregnancy agrees vith you," mahler noted, settling alongside her. "you are like a buttered biscuit." mouth twitched, lilac eyes twinkled, but he kept carefully deadpan. "i must redeem my repellence."