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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[byblow]

[ Inhaled, with feigned shock: ] How dare you.

Lucci, bite your father.

[ombranera]

He would never.

[ Bright, giggling laughter proves the child too pleased to bite anyone. ]

See? My son loves me.

[byblow]

I love you, and I'd still bite you.

It's all right. He'll learn.

[ombranera]

No you wouldn't.

[ He would. Zevran's laughing right along with his son at the thought. ]

[byblow]

Now it's a matter of honor. A matter of my good word.

[ombranera]

You wouldn't dare.

[byblow]

My honor and my courage.

You're doomed.

[ombranera]

You're not that brave.

[ He is. He totally is. ]

[byblow]

Just you wait. I'd do it right now if it weren't such a long walk. I'm not afraid of you—your papa isn't scary, is he, Lucci? [ Total 180 from the challenging drawl to baby talk. ] He loves us too much.