"Am I not nice?" Reynard took a step back, so that the distance between them could seem as if it was his idea as well, the look on his face clearly offended. "And then... 'just', he says. As if myself is nothing much. Your tongue is skilled as ever, my prince, you cut right to the quick."
He shook his head, as if processing this kind of hurt needed a moment. Then he sighed, deeply, used all fingers to brush them through his hair and get said hair out of his face, suddenly smiling again. "Luck would have it, thought, that I have brought you something. Perhaps even more than just one thing. Is that enough to be worthy of your presence then? Am I worthy of a smile?"
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He shook his head, as if processing this kind of hurt needed a moment. Then he sighed, deeply, used all fingers to brush them through his hair and get said hair out of his face, suddenly smiling again. "Luck would have it, thought, that I have brought you something. Perhaps even more than just one thing. Is that enough to be worthy of your presence then? Am I worthy of a smile?"