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“If I may… we would welcome your company for a drink.”
Her gaze shifts between the Lord Commander and the Azure Dragoon. Estinien’s eyes are dark with desire, and even in the candlelight she can make out the touch of pink on Aymeric’s cheeks, not at all the composed leader at the moment.
“Perhaps in a more private venue?”
She had already guessed his intent, but the clarification confirms it. As close as the two of them are, she guesses Aymeric is well aware of the nature of her relationship with Estinien. She smiles, but shakes her head. Nice as he may be to look at, she has no interest in the elezen in that way.
“Rhela—”
The dragoon’s voice is a low growl, and she can hear how much he wants this, but the touch of Aymeric’s hand on his forearm cuts him off.
“Another time, then.” It’s polite, perfunctory, they both know there won’t be another time. “Please, do not let us keep you from your rest.”