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Alarice
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He had hit upon a tender subject. Despite his inexperience with women, he knew he should let it be and thus, he was grateful for the coffee and the pastries arriving when they did. He smiled a bit at her enthusiasm. "It sounds delicious AND dangerous," he replied as he sniffed the air. "If they are truly as good as they smell, I fear I may never leave this place." He laughed softly. "I can picture it now. Men having to throw ropes around me to get me out of this chair and out the door."
It was a pleasant image and ridiculous, of course, but that was the intent. He was hoping to entertain her. Not only was it imperative to finding out about that voodoo practitioner's intentions but she was a lovely young woman and she deserved to have a laugh. He let out a long sigh. "Mm ... I have not had a cup of coffee in peace for so long." He picked up his cup and couldn't help but inhale the delicious liquid. He took a sip. "I do love it, simple and rich like this. No sugar, nothing added."
"I will have to be careful around the pastries now. I have quite the sweet tooth."
It was a pleasant image and ridiculous, of course, but that was the intent. He was hoping to entertain her. Not only was it imperative to finding out about that voodoo practitioner's intentions but she was a lovely young woman and she deserved to have a laugh. He let out a long sigh. "Mm ... I have not had a cup of coffee in peace for so long." He picked up his cup and couldn't help but inhale the delicious liquid. He took a sip. "I do love it, simple and rich like this. No sugar, nothing added."
"I will have to be careful around the pastries now. I have quite the sweet tooth."