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ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
Lord Briarwood
"Dear girl, my acquaintance was merely joking. I do like to believe he has enough IQ to recognise the difference between the fae and something of divine roots. As for the jacket, please - do take it. I have many more like it. At least to wrap up your wing for the moment if nothing else, madam. I haven't needed jumpers since the 1066 crusades." As soon as Nicolai opened his mouth again, Sylas appeared to have his frown darken. "You, in all honesty, couldn't tell if this was a faery or an angel? Where have you been your entire, bloody life? Have you ever even seen the bible?" He remarked, continuing to draw a hand over his features. "Oh mother Mary of Christ." However, as soon as he touched his hair, the vampire whipped around. Bearing his canines with almost pupilless eyes, "Do that one more time, and I will have your hand removed and set upon my desk as a trophy." Then it was gone. Melting away in seconds as he cleared his throat, brushed down his lapels and smiled. "Anyhow, where were we?"
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