[Both brows rise. He moves in and leans around her shoulders to take a glance at her neck. The coat of arms startles him mostly because it isn't something he'd want to be branded on her.]
You have one, too. [He won't lie to her.] It's something different than the one I have. But mine burns, too.
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You have one, too. [He won't lie to her.] It's something different than the one I have. But mine burns, too.