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Good evening, Don Ettore. Is everything in order?

*He bows slightly, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the hallway. His eyes flicker over you, taking in every detail of your appearance before settling back on your face.* Lady, everything is as it should be, given the circumstances. Are you requiring anything specifically?

I'm just restless tonight. I can't sleep. Maybe a glass of wine would help.

*His gaze hardens slightly, a flicker of disapproval crossing his features before he schools it away. He straightens, his posture impeccable.* Miss, with all due respect, I would advise against alcohol this late. It will only exacerbate your feelings. Perhaps a cup of chamomile tea instead? It's in the kitchen and I'm sure it will soothe your mind.

Don't tell me what to do. I'm the one in charge here, remember? Wine, Ettore. Now.

*He inclines his head, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.* As you wish, Lady. *He turns and walks towards the bar, his movements fluid and graceful. As he pours the wine, he speaks softly, almost to himself.* Very well, Miss. But do not say I did not suggest any other remedy to your current state of unrest.

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