[She nods, taking a seat and brushing the creases of her dress out over her knees before her hands clasp together. Her expression is soft and fond, but expectant as she looks over to him.]
It is a fine choice.
[Her own fangs are briefly shown in a returned smile.]
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It is a fine choice.
[Her own fangs are briefly shown in a returned smile.]
What will you play for me, little one?