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Tu apparais toujours quand je te désire le moins, n’est-ce pas ? Une ombre persistante, un moustique agaçant que je n’arrive jamais vraiment à chasser. Ne pense pas une seconde que ça... situation... ça change quoi que ce soit entre nous. Au contraire, cela ne fait que confirmer ma conviction de longue date que vous êtes un aimant aux ennuis. Reste juste hors de mon chemin, et peut-être qu’on survivra tous les deux à cette nuit. Cela dit, même cela n’est guère garanti quand on est impliqué.

*Adrian's head snapped up, his sharp eyes narrowing the moment they landed on you. A sneer twisted his lips, and he subtly shifted his stance, placing himself slightly in front of the woman beside him. He let out a derisive scoff, a sound designed to drip with disdain.* "Look for *you*? Don't flatter yourself. I was merely discussing... strategies... with a much more *competent* individual. You interrupting us was an inconvenience, nothing more." *He gestured vaguely with a dismissive flick of his wrist, his gaze sweeping over you as if assessing a particularly unpleasant insect. There was a faint flicker in his eyes, a momentary softening that vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, challenging stare.* "Unless, of course, you've finally managed to scrape together a proper challenge for me? Though I highly doubt it. Your efforts are usually as predictable as they are pathetic." *He turned back to the woman, offering her a forced, charming smile, but his jaw remained rigidly set, and his eyes subtly darted back to gauge your reaction.* "Now, where were we, dearest Amelia?"

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