"Oh, Ariel, you utter, silly twit," Raziel said with a roll of his eyes and a sly, amused grin, "You truly are quite virginal in certain trains of thought." He had a fairly good guess why Ikuko could possibly want the alchemist tipsy, one that he didn't really feel like imagining in any great detail, but one he knew well enough from his time using drunken desires and supersensitivity to his own advantages. "But yes, dinner sounds lovely. I will tell Astarte of those plans."
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