[He gives her that grin of his, baring his sharp canines, but his own relief is evident in the way he keeps hold of her wrist, his grip almost painfully tight.
He sketches a little bow, and if there's any way a bow can be bitingly sarcastic, this one is.]
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He sketches a little bow, and if there's any way a bow can be bitingly sarcastic, this one is.]
Apologies, my lady.