[The triumphant exclamation comes as Getty begins to lay out the drinks before him in an alarmingly colourful array, and he throws the bartender a winning smile before swiveling back towards Asra again, one hand extended, slim finger pointed at the magician's chest.]
Your friend over there has your number. You never know quite where you are with magical types.
[But he says it with another of his jaunty grins, all tease.]
Don't even think about cheating. I'll notice, I can be slippery myself.
[Never mind that he knows Asra could tie him up in knots (hah...ha...) if he wanted to.]
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[The triumphant exclamation comes as Getty begins to lay out the drinks before him in an alarmingly colourful array, and he throws the bartender a winning smile before swiveling back towards Asra again, one hand extended, slim finger pointed at the magician's chest.]
Your friend over there has your number. You never know quite where you are with magical types.
[But he says it with another of his jaunty grins, all tease.]
Don't even think about cheating. I'll notice, I can be slippery myself.
[Never mind that he knows Asra could tie him up in knots (hah...ha...) if he wanted to.]