Yeah, well, we need to get out of town. [One of his hands drifts onto Drew's furry lower stomach under that tank-top -- he's being a tease. Not that he's immune to it, himself, as having Drew's face against his naturally makes him think of the Swear-In ceremony in visceral detail. He takes a breath.] I have a driver waiting outside. It's a short trip.
[And then he's turning to head for the door. Of course Matthew Lin the fancy drug dealer has his own chauffeur. Actually, once they get into the car, it will probably stink like black magic, as he's tapped into the man's mind - not an imPort, just some fellow from around here - to trick him into seeing Matthew and any company completely differently than they really look.]
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[And then he's turning to head for the door. Of course Matthew Lin the fancy drug dealer has his own chauffeur. Actually, once they get into the car, it will probably stink like black magic, as he's tapped into the man's mind - not an imPort, just some fellow from around here - to trick him into seeing Matthew and any company completely differently than they really look.]