[ The smile lingers. ] A connoisseur like myself, then. I must agree. [ Camille doesn't think Midnight is Daeva, like himself; he's not entirely sure Midnight is kindred in the way Camille is kindred. Perhaps he is, and Camille's senses are simply too addled by the strangeness here. ]
I haven't seen you before, have you been in the City long?
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I haven't seen you before, have you been in the City long?