"You can see it from here." He takes a deep breath to clear his head. Phew; he was a bit hazy just now, wasn't he? Smiling, he looks her over. Too, too enchanting. Positively, wickedly intoxicating.
Just as he is about to slip two fingers down the small of her back, there's a soft, soft breeze near his ear.
You really are that stupid, aren't you? Miquel beams at him. Whatever next, your excellency? First, a vampire; now a witch?
Cesare throws her a nervous look. Of course. He forgot. Which doesn't change the fact that he's quite attracted to her. Messily, needily attracted. Don Michele, do you mind? he snaps.
"The last house there?" He points. "Georgian affair?" Two more minutes, God, he almost-prays.
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