[How much of it is a secret really, L wonders, and not just the Emperor's typical tendency to front unconcernedly when someone gets close to his fire, pulls his long spiked tail, tries to jab a needle into some sort of soft underbelly on the rare occasions it may be exposed?]
Right... one of your own, from somewhere you're a king.
[Not here, is the gleeful implication.]
What a shame she isn't here. I would have liked some delight.
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Right... one of your own, from somewhere you're a king.
[Not here, is the gleeful implication.]
What a shame she isn't here. I would have liked some delight.
[He's found it, and he does like it very much.]