[Porthos watches steadily, trying not to stare too much or act too invested in whether this wine is bound to kill them, but the studious, desperate look on his face probably gives him away, seeing as he's thirsty and it's not the sort that water solves, seeing as he's sort of overwhelmed and in need of alcohol]
Well? Am I due for a handsome ghost in my life? I mean, a pain in the arse handsome ghost, of course.
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Well? Am I due for a handsome ghost in my life? I mean, a pain in the arse handsome ghost, of course.