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... d profile, the corners of his mouth lifting in an amused arc, "Alright, I won’t tease you. I’ll watch you copy."
Indeed, he didn’t continue to tease her.
He sat quietly by her side, watching her seriously transcribe.
His arms were crossed over his chest, his dark golden eyes half-closed, revealing a trace of languor.
In the room, the only sounds were the faint scratching of the charcoal pen on animal hide paper, and the occasional crackling of the torch.
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