[Tonic's cigarette is getting short; reaching out with it, he carefully taps some of the ashy ends behind one of the pillows, where the mess is promptly now not his problem. while Tek's fingers are still on one of the most sensitive parts of his body, he adds:]
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Wouldn't surprise me that much, dear.
[Tonic's cigarette is getting short; reaching out with it, he carefully taps some of the ashy ends behind one of the pillows, where the mess is promptly now not his problem. while Tek's fingers are still on one of the most sensitive parts of his body, he adds:]
You tampered with those drinks, after all.