[ Thank God. Byerly lets out a breath, and a bit of the clownish lightness in his voice leaches away when he speaks, leaving him sounding a little bit dry and a little bit sharp. ]
Though it seems to me, M'sieur Advocat, that you perhaps owe me a drink, rather than vice versa.
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Though it seems to me, M'sieur Advocat, that you perhaps owe me a drink, rather than vice versa.