[He throws the magician the curved arc of his smile, follows him smoothly through the lobby and out into the street beyond it. It's an ugly place, dim and damp with an overall air of dilapidation, worse than some places Julian has been, perhaps better than others. Despite the distinct lack of elegance, he's already sure he could abide it.
He has, after all, endured many things.
But for now his attention is on Asra, his white cloud of hair and the outline of him something delicate and bright amidst the squalor, and in response to what the magician says, Julian holds up his hands and spreads them out before him, an admission of defeat.]
Ah, you've got me, there. Naturally if I was in a position to do any spoiling, I would. Later, maybe.
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He has, after all, endured many things.
But for now his attention is on Asra, his white cloud of hair and the outline of him something delicate and bright amidst the squalor, and in response to what the magician says, Julian holds up his hands and spreads them out before him, an admission of defeat.]
Ah, you've got me, there. Naturally if I was in a position to do any spoiling, I would. Later, maybe.