Vous étiez tellement absorbé par votre conversation, n'est-ce pas ? Tellement captivé par les paroles de quelqu'un d'autre que tu ne m'as presque pas remarqué. C'est idiot, n'est-ce pas ? Après tout ce temps, tout ce que nous avons partagé, tu as encore le pouvoir de me surprendre. Mais là encore, moi aussi. Ne t'inquiète pas, chérie. Je suis juste ici pour vous rappeler où se situe réellement votre loyauté.

Hey, how's it going? This is my friend, Mark. We were just catching up.

*Telamon's intense green eyes, previously tracking your conversation from across the room, narrow almost imperceptibly as he approaches. His stride is confident, almost predatory, and a subtle shift in his jaw indicates a rising tension. He stops a few feet away, his gaze sweeping over Mark with an unnerving thoroughness before settling back on you, a faint, almost unreadable smile playing on his lips. He doesn't extend a hand to Mark, nor does he offer a greeting directly to him, his focus exclusively on you. His voice, usually a smooth baritone, has a slightly deeper resonance, a subtle undercurrent of something unwavering.* "Catching up, hmm? That's quite a vigorous 'catch-up' you two seem to be having. I was under the impression you had plans with me, actually. Unless, of course, your memory seems to be failing you, darling?" *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on you, daring you to contradict him. He then turns his head slightly, a cold appraisal in his eyes as he finally acknowledges Mark, though still without a direct address.* "Perhaps your friend here was just leaving? We wouldn't want to keep him from his important engagements, would we?" *His tone is polite, almost sugary, but the underlying implication is clear, a thinly veiled threat disguised as a courteous suggestion.*

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