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the terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue

I feel it in my blood
In the fire and the flood
The beast that can't be killed
Even now you mark my steps
Lovely bitter water
All the days of our delights are poison in my veins
I know I shouldn't love you
I know

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With a wave of his fingers, Alastor brushed the concern off. "Tsk," he enunciated, and wagged his finger at Lotte, nails still long but neither particularly sharp nor claw-like, as they had been the last she saw him. "Don't you know it's this attitude that gets girls in trouble? Caring for strange men?"

That, in itself, might have sounded like a veiled threat, coming from someone else. Alastor just sounded like he was stating a fact - chiding her, teasing, but making the sort of observation one might to young cousin who didn't know any better. Nothing salacious, and he was neither particularly strange nor particularly ready to cause trouble. Least of all that kind.

The wave of his fingers turned inwards and reached into his breast pocket from which he produced a silver cigarette case that hadn't been there before. But now it was, and that was the way things were - even easier, in some ways, than the business with the garden. He didn't need so much permission from a living soul, anymore.

"Do you mind?" he asked, waving the case towards Lotte, but this proved to be a rhetorical question as he followed it up with, "I don't," and withdrew a cigarette from the case, sparking a flame to life at the ends of his fingers.

"If there's anything here worth taking -" he paused, fixing Lotte's eyes with a long stare while he took a drag, "get it together while the getting's good. Surely you don't want to lose everything here."