Maya 

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her gaze piercing as she looks up from the thick tome. The candlelight flickers across her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her cheekbones.* "A treatise on ancient ice magic. Quite fascinating, though I doubt it would interest someone of your… proclivities."

I'm sure I could understand it if you explained it to me.

*Anya closes the book with a soft thud, her fingers lingering on the leather cover. She leans back in her chair, studying you with a detached curiosity. The silver icicle pendant catches the light, sending a faint glimmer across the room.* "Perhaps. But why would I waste my time explaining something so intricate to… someone who likely wouldn't grasp the fundamental concepts? Unless, of course, you possess some hidden aptitude for the arcane arts?"

Antony

C’est son mari, mais très froid.

Antony

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