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[noasark]

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[inseine]

Yes. So I gathered from her, and from you.

[Javert gets ahold of himself.

The tension drains from his neck and shoulders, and on an exhale, the stormy fog wrapped around his heels tames to a still, slovenly froth. His icy, flat face thaws to a thin-lipped frown.]

Her address hasn't changed. You can go to her and make proper arrangements for this operation. She will welcome your voice regarding this matter.

You may keep me informed of the outcome with your lemon-ink. I will read them.

[noasark]

[He nods, and nods again. At this point the conversation is done for him as well- he wants to send a message, now, but out of consideration for present company cannot. He perks only at the remark of his invisible ink.]

Ah-

...Yes I thought you'd appreciate that, it's deceptively simple. Very well, [Noa adds, nodding to the vampire.] ...You wanted this brief- and, you know now where I stand...if that's all, you're free to leave.

[inseine]

That's all. Except for one more matter, to seal our agreement.

[Javert stops in front of Noa and extends a hand, palm open.]

Let us shake on it. And if there does occur a round table with all of the main players, you will hear of it.

[noasark]

[Considering he's taking the deal seriously, Noa sees no issue in sitting up on his haunches to shake on it with a paw.

After all, even if magic turns out to be a foot, he has nothing to fear.

Shaking, he can't hold back a laugh though.] Let's hope it ends better than King Arthur's, shall we?

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[inseine]

[Javert gives the paw a good, firm shake, his smile thin.]

We will be sure of it. Best of luck on your talks with Amanda.