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[thiefprinceremy]

The room was comfortably small, he'd said he hadn't needed anything extravagant, but nothing like his littlebitty garrett in Paris.

He smiled as he nudged the door open, shaking his head as he dimmed the overhead light, "S'not candles, but it'll do, non?"

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[mortisbelle]

"It looks very adequate... simple and comfortable." She smiles, looking around.

[thiefprinceremy]

Another smile then, nodding once, "S'nicer t'an m'last place. And a'least here t'rats're probably bringin' room service instead've tryin' eat your toes."

[mortisbelle]

"Hmm, indeed, warm comfortable, clean... and private...."

[thiefprinceremy]

There was that same easy smile then, not quite so predatory as it had been before, but edging on it, fingers sliding down her arm to trace half-idle patterns across the back of her hand, "Oui."