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Ailurin made a face, "So, I shall be sleeping on the floor then, Mistress?" his tone reflected that he did not wish to share the masterbed with her... he continued to eat his food, enjoying the hot lamb - it had been too long, he mused, since he'd tasted good, fresh meat. "And what of the whitecloak?" he asked. "Surely you would not make him spend the night with us? Or in the vicinity of the girl." Ailurin ignored the fact that this 'girl' was just younger then he was. He sized Saidin impusilvly, his tastebuds intensifying - this was how food *should* taste, he mused.
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