“From where you’re stood with that pout on your face, Ems?” He smiled softly. She did have a nice pouty face, though.

Though Charles couldn’t help but feel a little hurt by her rejection of alcohol, he wasn’t going to press. If she didn’t want to have a drink, she wouldn’t. But, he didn’t want to let it go that easily all the same, “I won’t let it cause more,” he shrugged and reached for the bottle, pouring another.

This time, however, he slid the glass to her instead of the bottle. Perhaps he was going to press just a little more.

“If he tainted those things, then I’ll… untaint it.”

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