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“Erm… in a manner of speaking, yes.” Alwyn raised a brow as the nephilim continued to speak. “I… apologize? Admittedly, I was more interested in studying human history rather than that of fae. For now anyways.”

He cracked a smile at that. “A lot of you are quite tall, in fairness. At least from what I’ve seen.”

“Well… Admittedly I’m a bit naive on that score then. I don’t exactly have centuries of living yet to know any better. But in my personal experience it’s not a likely stereotype… I don’t think anyways.”

Alwyn laughed, shaking his head at the notion. “Hardly a stalker. But being the Institute Head of the Chicago does carry some weight in most circles—I’ve simply heard of him. Couldn’t even point him out in a room if you asked me to.”

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“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting such an offer.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

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“I don’t know much about you, I’ll admit… well, not much beyond a touch of rumor, but that’s the curse of the underground in this city, isn’t it?”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

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“I’m not busy… I just don’t understand what this has to do with me.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

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“Well… Hektor does do pies. Though they might be a bit different to what you’d expect.”

Thorn slumped more in the booth he was occupying. He made a disgruntled sound. “Where are the fruit pies? The fresh baked bread with jam? A nectar infused tea?” He pushed the menu away. Pouting all the more he glowered at the chef. “A berry fruit salad?”

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“Well… Admittedly I’m a bit naive on that score then. I don’t exactly have centuries of living yet to know any better. But in my personal experience it’s not a likely stereotype… I don’t think anyways.”

Alwyn laughed, shaking his head at the notion. “Hardly a stalker. But being the Institute Head of the Chicago does carry some weight in most circles—I’ve simply heard of him. Couldn’t even point him out in a room if you asked me to.”

Alwyn only blinked at the nephilim at first, but slowly found himself cracking a smile at the impassioned rant he was now privy to. “Erm… is that a sanctioned duty of yours then? To protect the intimacy efforts of wayward humans, even if it’s not a matter of life or death?”

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“You’re not being serious, surely? About him planning to take a baby?” Alwyn questioned, some of his amusement falling away at the notion. “Ah… and this unlucky Hayden wouldn’t happen to have the last name Midbreeze, would he? He’s rather infamous.”

Alwyn only blinked at the nephilim at first, but slowly found himself cracking a smile at the impassioned rant he was now privy to. “Erm… is that a sanctioned duty of yours then? To protect the intimacy efforts of wayward humans, even if it’s not a matter of life or death?”

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Alwyn only blinked at the nephilim at first, but slowly found himself cracking a smile at the impassioned rant he was now privy to. “Erm… is that a sanctioned duty of yours then? To protect the intimacy efforts of wayward humans, even if it’s not a matter of life or death?”

Alwyn collided rather suddenly with the nephilim, wobbling a bit before catching his footing again. “Alright there?”

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Alwyn collided rather suddenly with the nephilim, wobbling a bit before catching his footing again. “Alright there?”

“This isn’t a job.” Hunter growled. “It’s glorified babysitting.” He grumbled as he brushed past someone on his way.

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“You’re not serious, are you?”