[What a curse it is, to be known — and to be known by this man well enough that he can find the sincerity amid the flippancy, the cavalier attitude, the sharp-edged grins.
He brings the bottle down again, offers it to Winter. There’s a question on his tongue—]
You know, I do wonder…
[A pause. That question is thought better of, and transformed into something else.]
…What this patron of yours is like. I did say I would ask. So will you tell me?
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He brings the bottle down again, offers it to Winter. There’s a question on his tongue—]
You know, I do wonder…
[A pause. That question is thought better of, and transformed into something else.]
…What this patron of yours is like. I did say I would ask. So will you tell me?