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There was a slight lift of one of Asa's eyebrows as Erich Passions denied Chris Wooding either of his honorifics. Theatrics aside, one could not expect anyone to respect titles if you yourself did not respect them.
"Congratulations, Priscus Wooding."
Asa gave the Shadow a nod and a congratulatory smile.
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Three simple words can make a man's day, that much is proven here.
With a deep bow, 'Thank you, Your Grace.'
Since he doesn't expect the Prince to be waiting for it, Chris stops himself from being eternally grateful and bore everyone.
Especially since he's still wet from the last bootlicker.
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