He cleared his throat. “Hang on, though: what do you mean, someone like me?” “Someone of your persuasion. Or rather, our persuasion.” “Er?" "You and Jacobi." He waited expectantly for her to follow that up with something else. Instead, she merely looked at him like he was meant to have followed along. People often gave him such looks early in their acquaintance, until they figured out that he rarely followed anything but the simplest and most straightforward track. "You do like men, don't you?" "Oh, yes! I've only recently learned that was an option, but apparently yes, I do. Jacobi was the
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