[She blanched with embarrassment the second she handed the bottle over. Once, on the streets, she'd never had done that. But years under the Baron's "care" had made her forget. But she didn't try and take it back, or say anything- though her expression betrayed her as usual.
She'd gotten used to him having two hands. To her having two legs.]
... What's that noisy coat on it all about, anyway?
[obviously a distraction to cover her blunder but]
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She'd gotten used to him having two hands. To her having two legs.]
... What's that noisy coat on it all about, anyway?
[obviously a distraction to cover her blunder but]