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[tauraran]

"Im Aran Thranduil. Prestad?"

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[tauraran]

{How can he say no? Rising, he moves to the bed and stretches out on it, letting out a gentle sigh.}

Even if my payment flies in the face of your Nie values?

{Mingjue surely knows what he will ask of him. Stop putting yourself in the way of harm.}

[theirdage]

You're going to ask me to stop putting myself in harm's way.

[Blunt and straightforward. That's the way he is.]

[tauraran]

Precisely. {He smiles patiently and glances in Mingjue's direction.} I would be satisfied with minimal effort. Some is better than none.

[theirdage]

I am not that bad about it. [This is his version of sulking. Don't mind him.]