He stares down at his hands, his smile a mixture of bitterness and fondness. "Bless you, then, my dear," he murmurs. "You may consider me your personal unlucky penny, then - perpetually around you, impossible to rid yourself of." He reaches out and squeezes her hand, then lets out a long breath.
"Ah, what a night. I'm about ready to pass out where I sit."
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"Ah, what a night. I'm about ready to pass out where I sit."