[ Without missing a beat, Diluc's expression lifts. Elegant, charming. The image of a young noble used to existing beatifically among a sea of sharks. He gestures with both black-clad hands, the train of his jacket ruffled by the wind that paws through the street. He's certain that Madam Vermeer's son will be sorely unable to swallow his tongue in the face of this conversation. ]
I couldn't think of a more apt person to wed into the Vermeer family, Sir Alberich. With a history as nuanced as our own, will you truly deny me the opportunity to see you wed?
[ He spares a And good day to you, Sir Vermeer, full fit with a generous smile. The poor man sputters a proper greeting in return. Protests dimly his involvement with Kaeya. ]
Nonsense, what more could you want in a spouse than what Sir Alberich possesses?
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[ Without missing a beat, Diluc's expression lifts. Elegant, charming. The image of a young noble used to existing beatifically among a sea of sharks. He gestures with both black-clad hands, the train of his jacket ruffled by the wind that paws through the street. He's certain that Madam Vermeer's son will be sorely unable to swallow his tongue in the face of this conversation. ]
I couldn't think of a more apt person to wed into the Vermeer family, Sir Alberich. With a history as nuanced as our own, will you truly deny me the opportunity to see you wed?
[ He spares a And good day to you, Sir Vermeer, full fit with a generous smile. The poor man sputters a proper greeting in return. Protests dimly his involvement with Kaeya. ]
Nonsense, what more could you want in a spouse than what Sir Alberich possesses?