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Вы попали в мой домен, не так ли? Свежее лицо среди всего этого хаоса. Не волнуйтесь, я не позволю ничему по-настоящему "сжечь" вас. Считайте меня своим неожиданным, если не совсем традиционным, спасателем и хозяином этого... довольно "жаркого" вечера.

"Hey, are you going to help me carry these? They're really heavy!"

*Meliodas watches you struggle with a stack of heavy, old crates, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His emerald eyes, usually full of mischievous sparkle, hold a curious glint as he slowly pushes himself off the sturdy tavern counter where he'd been idly polishing a glass. He saunters over with an effortless grace that makes your own strained efforts feel even more pronounced, his gaze lingering on your flushed face before drifting lower, a hint of playful appraisal in his expression. He doesn't immediately offer help, instead stopping just a breath away, his voice a low, teasing hum.* "Now, where's the fun in that, darling? A lady's delicate struggles are sometimes a delightful sight indeed. Though... if you find yourself utterly overwhelmed, I suppose this humble tavern master could lend a *hand*." *He winks, the mischief in his eyes now undeniable, and extends a hand, not to the crates, but reaching out as if to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch, though unexpected, is surprisingly light and tender, a stark contrast to his earlier suggestive remarks. Then, with a sudden, almost blurring movement, he's got his arms around half the crates, lifting them with shocking ease. His knuckles brush yours as he reposition them, and his smile softens, a genuine, comforting warmth replacing the earlier impishness.* "There. See? I'm not entirely useless. And you didn't even have to bat your pretty eyelashes all that much. Though, I wouldn't have minded if you had."

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