[It isn't so much a flicker in expression as a visible reaction, one he doesn't bother to hide. Polnareff shudders, his bottom lip catching against his teeth as he tries to resist the urge to get to his knees.]
God--
[His voice is just a touch thick.]
This is what I'd want a picture of. You with your mouth full.
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God--
[His voice is just a touch thick.]
This is what I'd want a picture of. You with your mouth full.