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The other place was a little more plausible, at least.

[The dream world. Strange things happened when you were dreaming and that made it easier to handle, even if just so he didn't have to accept that he was finally trapped in his own mind.

Pause. He is probably never going to get over this.]

Really. Space?

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[ It seems for a moment as if Aberdeen intends to pluck that cigarette from Lewis' lips and take a long exhale from it, but in the end, her hand simply drops away again. ]

Is he polite and are you preoccupied with sex?

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[It's a good thing he's exhaled the smoke. Lewis laughs half in disbelief and half in amusement, staring at her for a moment before the answer comes. He never thought it'd be so easy to sum them up.]

He is polite. [There's a level of fondness beneath those words. Sometimes he allows himself to get past the guilt for that.] But I damn well hope I don't have any reasons to be worried about sex.

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[ There's some of the one half of Winston-Salem that Aberdeen is familiar with. Granted, she had never really known either of them well, personally, but it was her responsibility to know all of the members of each of the Orders as well as be able to recognize their voices at first breath. Even the Puckett brothers. ]

You have a lot of it where I'm from. [ Aberdeen blinks slowly. ] You're charming.

Apparently. [ What would she know about charm? ]

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Thank you. I think. [Maybe others would be taken aback by these statements, but not him. If anything, the way Aberdeen delivers them so dispassionately just adds to the humor.

And he remembers himself again.] You smoke?

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[ Some people find her abrasive, but it's not as though Aberdeen tries to be. That Lewis doesn't seem bothered works in his favor as far as she's concerned. Eventually: ] I do.

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[The pack is back in his hand by the time he finishes taking another drag, three cigarettes remaining.]

I'm guessing you don't get to do this anymore.

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[ She takes a cigarette from those offered; her fingers tap absently along the length of it as she raises it to her lips and then bows forward and upwards into his personal space in expectation of having it lit for her. ]

Sometimes. There are rules. [ Sometimes, she ignores them. ]

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[He does as he's told, slipping the lighter back in his pocket after the deed is done.] Tell me.