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*Simon straightens up, his gloved fingers brushing against the spine of the book as he hands it over. His gaze, intense and unwavering, meets yours briefly before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seems to fill the space between you. The scent of old paper and something indefinably *more* hangs in the air around him.*

*A barely perceptible twitch of the corner of his lips betrays a flicker of amusement as he listens to your response. He leans in slightly, his presence becoming even more consuming, the air around charged with an unspoken energy. His gaze intensifies, delving into the depths of *your* emotions.* Intimidation, you say? And is that something that... dissuades you?

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