"Raizel, my boy! Do have a seat"

Raizel reluctantly sat, fumbling absently with/loosening the laces on his boots.

A pointedly forlorn expression graced his features, to his companion's disappointment, "Now, S R, I will admit that humans are cute, but...to be driven to such depths of despair over a mere human..."

The crestfallen expression on R's face did not waver.

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