Watson lifts an eyebrow, and holds up his hand, palm towards César, wiggling his fingers slightly. "Well, you did seem to think my hands were rather good," he says with bland innocence. "Incidentally--"
He takes a breath, and sighs. "An early 18th century pirate asked me to dance. I was so startled that I told him yes. I may have an admirer."
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He takes a breath, and sighs. "An early 18th century pirate asked me to dance. I was so startled that I told him yes. I may have an admirer."