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Dimitri picked his time carefully, he walked to the table behind Anora letting this gypsy see him fully. He would not be awed by the subtle mysticism of his people or their ways, his body was large and his single eye fixed on the man alone with his better half. He moved behind Anora placing a gloved hand on her shoulder, "Serale my dear I apologise for being late." he casthis eye at the other and smiled softly, "Likewise, apologies ser." He leant in and gently pushed his lips to hers as a small affectionate greeting, in his jealous ways it was almost like a warg cocking its great hingleg and spraying a litre of warm urine against a marsh tree, it declared her as his territory. Not the most subtle or populist sentiment he told himself but good enough for him.
He took the empty seat and carefully summoned the waiter, before the server arrived he spoke plainly, "The food and drink is my debt to pay this evening, please have all you want." He looked at the gypsy, "For helping my beloved one yesterday you understand, if you need anything you need but ask my friend." He sat back and when the server arrived again he spoke slowly and surely, "Your three most expensive bottles of Eventide vintage, and I will have two duck." He smiled carefully and sat back not wishing to interupt the existing conversation entirely.
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