In this case, I'll have to agree. What sort of belle musique will we make together as we tear them to pieces, mon amour?
[So much for trying not to get wound up. Lobelia sighs, snatching the kebab from Vergilius' idling hand and biting off another piece of meat. All this talk of murder is making him hungry.]
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[So much for trying not to get wound up. Lobelia sighs, snatching the kebab from Vergilius' idling hand and biting off another piece of meat. All this talk of murder is making him hungry.]