[ his brows climb higher. ] .. Miles. [ good lord. he flags down a server for a pen and sheet of paper, then starts making a goddamn list of things he needs to find out...
he glances up a few moments later, tapping the end of the pen against the table. ] --You'll be based here? In this city?
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he glances up a few moments later, tapping the end of the pen against the table. ] --You'll be based here? In this city?