Aphelise pauses, bottle held slightly tipped but not near enough to let the liquid pour into Norrington's cup, and looks over his shoulder at Wellard. He is smiling with the vague expectant air of one whose visit to a friend has been interuppted by someone else, thinly veiling the amused arrogance in his cold eyes.
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Date: 2006-10-20 07:17 pm (UTC)