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[Well, however nice the roof of the café may have been, Descole isn't paying it much mind; he's a bit distracted by batting at his cape a bit once their hands have been separated, as though ensuring the thing hadn't tangled any. While he's certainly noticed the blush, he's not entirely sure what to do with it, and calling attention to it isn't anything he's exactly inclined to do with now because that would involve dealing with it somehow.

So! Far easier to just...yes. Let's. Just. ...yes.]

Well, I certainly don't intend to stand around outside.

[The comment is dry, though it's free of any sort of genuine bite; just...let him quit leaning against the door long enough to open the damn thing.]

After you, then.

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