[Faolan's eyes slide down from Laurent's bat to meet his eyes again. Those icy cool eyes of his, that Faolan knows should be blue, and yet...
He shakes his head, after only a moment's hesitation.]
To permanent ink, perhaps. A person does not usually walk about in public with another man's name on their face -- if that is where we are speaking of still. But I would certainly not object such an open statement from you. Were you to offer it.
[He turns back to the bat once more, applying a little more pressure and turning the wipe once more before stepping back and removing his hands.] There. Good as new.
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He shakes his head, after only a moment's hesitation.]
To permanent ink, perhaps. A person does not usually walk about in public with another man's name on their face -- if that is where we are speaking of still. But I would certainly not object such an open statement from you. Were you to offer it.
[He turns back to the bat once more, applying a little more pressure and turning the wipe once more before stepping back and removing his hands.] There. Good as new.