Oh, there was wine now. Arthur took the glass with a nod; never mind that it was still morning, in his experience once you were in an opium den you gave up on things like time for the day.

He tilted his head at Selwyn’s next statement. Art had rather thought that Selwyn was a bit of a confirmed bachelor; on the chance that he wasn’t, he didn’t verbalize that thought. Instead he said, a little confused, ”Do you want to get married?”

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