[ Bastien grins out of reflex, like By’s said something funny, while he comes precariously close to having his feelings hurt. But he’s very good at recognizing when it’s not about him—which is nearly always—and after a second the grin softens to an affectionate smile. ]
Being your friend ‘brings me pleasure,’ [ very sweetly, ] you pickled monarchist bastard.
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Being your friend ‘brings me pleasure,’ [ very sweetly, ] you pickled monarchist bastard.