His eyes cast downwards, the corners of his lip tugged upwards in what he hoped she perceived as a polite loser's accommodating smile. Really, thought, it was just because seeing her that smug felt oddly like a victory for him. Inclining his head slightly, Drystan clasped his hands behind his back.
"I'm doing well, Miss Zeller. And yourself?" Drystan resisted asking how she was enjoying life in her new place of residence. In fact, he should probably seem slightly sour about the whole deal. He had, after all, appeared to lose a substantial amount. "I had no idea you were a member of the Slug Club back in the day."
Indeed, he said to himself as his eyes wandered the room once more, he had no idea any of these people had once been members of the private club.
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