[He won't say a word of it, just watching and taking in the details, the soft blush, the puff of warmth into his palm.]
I'll keep that in mind.
[He reaches for the bottle to pour some straight whiskey into his cup, not enough tea and milk in the bottom of it to worry about. Lifting it, he downs a warming swallow.]
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I'll keep that in mind.
[He reaches for the bottle to pour some straight whiskey into his cup, not enough tea and milk in the bottom of it to worry about. Lifting it, he downs a warming swallow.]