[Well, that's twice that Clive has managed to pleasantly surprise Luca. Whatever was growing between the two of them, he hadn't expected they were at the gift giving stage yet. Perhaps he was running behind and should work on something. Or -
Clive's quip cuts off his train of thought. He's left to scowl at the man, shoving once at his shoulder before moving away from the barstool he'd been settled on. It's a good thing he'd come down from his room with his rapier tucked at his side already.]
Come then. Let me wipe that smirk off your face before it sticks.
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Clive's quip cuts off his train of thought. He's left to scowl at the man, shoving once at his shoulder before moving away from the barstool he'd been settled on. It's a good thing he'd come down from his room with his rapier tucked at his side already.]
Come then. Let me wipe that smirk off your face before it sticks.
[He's leading Clive outside, thank you.]