Like Jeremiah hasn't, y'know, indulged similarly since his arrival. Not that it's screamingly evident aside from reasonable assumption that he partakes as other residents here do. His face heats some, hard to see in the low lighting but certainly there. He laughs a little too, but it's airy, good-mannered.]
I meant dancing. [Though the light still catches in his eye rather impishly. Accordingly, he steps in a little closer, facing Abel properly but not yet assuming any position. Dancing position, good lord.] Sorry to say.
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Like Jeremiah hasn't, y'know, indulged similarly since his arrival. Not that it's screamingly evident aside from reasonable assumption that he partakes as other residents here do. His face heats some, hard to see in the low lighting but certainly there. He laughs a little too, but it's airy, good-mannered.]
I meant dancing. [Though the light still catches in his eye rather impishly. Accordingly, he steps in a little closer, facing Abel properly but not yet assuming any position. Dancing position, good lord.] Sorry to say.
[Yeah, he doesn't look it, now.]