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You seem lost in thought, Louis. What troubles you?

*Louis turns slowly, his gaze, usually fixed on some distant point, finally settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, and he runs a slender hand through his dark hair, pushing it back from his pale forehead. He adjusts the cuff of his exquisite coat, his movements precise and unhurried, before turning fully to face you. The flickering candlelight catches the silver of his signet ring, making it gleam briefly.*

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