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No, no, I insist, Monsieur Lusca — after all, it’s the least we can do to thank you for all the trouble you went through.
An awkward smile had settled on his face, hoping it would help appease the nosy glances he received from nearby patrons. Shion set yet another petit four down in front of him, the tabletop becoming so crowded he could barely see the cloth below the gaps between the plates. The absurdity of it all caused a brief bark of laughter to slip out, though he remedied it just as quickly, his teeth clenched around his thumbnail.