“Well,” Aurick laughs. “It’s always nice to meet an admirer.” Dessin looks down and chuckles to himself. “I’m sorry, did I come across as a fan?” He presses his fist into his mouth. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to mislead anyone. I must say for myself that I most certainly am not a fan of that violent, nasty bruise that radiates under that expensive makeup you gave her.”
