[ Rideaux scrutinizes him for a moment through narrowed eyes, like a feral cat hesitating at a stranger's offer of food. Finally he brings his feet down from the table and sits up straight. ]
You're not wrong, but what do you care?
[ He reaches to take the bottle, though he's half expecting Julius to try to pull it away at the last second, and fully prepared to kick him in the stomach if he does. ]
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You're not wrong, but what do you care?
[ He reaches to take the bottle, though he's half expecting Julius to try to pull it away at the last second, and fully prepared to kick him in the stomach if he does. ]