[ For a second, Faraday just snorts to himself. He evidently has a few fleeting thoughts as to the state of tongues that, given the company, he feels it best not to express.
As it is, he presses a hand to his chest, just beneath his throat, and puts on a wide-eyed look. ]
Why, Emma, with praise like that, you might actually move me to tears.
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As it is, he presses a hand to his chest, just beneath his throat, and puts on a wide-eyed look. ]
Why, Emma, with praise like that, you might actually move me to tears.