“Well,” Maketes said, his voice low and slow. “Why don’t we... practice?” “What?” “Pretend I’m the lovely Miss Anya.” He fluttered his lashes, gills flapping flat against his neck as though he were trying to make himself look more like a female. “Oh, Daios, I haven’t seen you in weeks!” He blinked at Maketes once, twice, then just grunted, “No.”
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