"Think nothing of it. I'm relatively unharmed, and I was the one who initiated the duel," Sinter said in a low murmur. He could feel his stomach drop as Odette leaned ever so slightly away to pull back her hand.
The narrowing of Sinter's eyes indicated he had no idea why she was offering to take him out. He couldn't theorize possible reasons while still taking a polite amount of time to respond. In the end, his curiosity and decorum won out.
"That would be very kind of you... Thank you."
Sinter's voice conveyed all the emotion of a dial tone, but the look in his eyes indicated he was clearly alert and invested in what was transpiring.
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