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[h2][center][color=7bcdc8]Rowan Kimb[/color][/center][/h2]
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Rowan stands in the doorway, the door not able to close. He smiles to Aethel and offers a nod. [color=7bcdc8]"I appreciate it. Please also procure a proper ice pouch for Killian. I'd hate for your brother's handkerchief to be ruined by ice. Thank you."[/color] He waved, stepped out of the way and closing the door.

His shoulders seem to instantly relax and he turns his gaze to her. He smiles lightly and moves over. He takes her hand, kissing her knuckles, but also speaking low enough for just her to hear. [color=7bcdc8]"They could have cameras in here, so we still have to act."[/color] He stands and sits next to her. [color=7bcdc8]"Jewel. Lovely to see you so up close."[/color]

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[h3][center][color=f6989d]Killian Velvet[/color][/center][/h3]
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Killian looked to him and gave another laugh. He raised his free hand this time, covering his laugh with the back of his hand. He let it die gently before removing the ice and having the bartender dump it. He then took the handkerchief and pocketed it. He pulled his sleeve down, putting his cufflink back in and gently took his jacket, pulling it on properly before pulling his hair free to sit against his back and shoulders.

[color=f6989d]"Well, [i]Xavier[/i].. Thank you for an entertaining evening. I should get back to Mister Kimb and do my job."[/color] He reached out, hesitating for only a moment before letting his jaw clench and his hand dropping away. Too much, it seemed. He offered a small smile to him, finishing his drink and handing the glass over before turning to go find Rowan.