No one would ever call Asterion sneaky. He was huge and he had lived in the dark for so long, so it hardly mattered what he did because no one could see. He wasn't subtle about taking out his phone and texting the name of the perfume to Ariadne, even though he hoped he was. He pocketed his phone again and paid closer attention to her.
"They look good," Asterion said, appraisingly. "Who are they for?"
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