[There it is. Delilah hums happily at the attention, dropping her hand to rest at Arthur's wrist, but she's not stopping him. If anything, there's a slightly playful lilt to her voice.]
So forward. You haven't even told me your name.
[She looks at Arthur, trying to catch his eye before she goes on.]
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So forward. You haven't even told me your name.
[She looks at Arthur, trying to catch his eye before she goes on.]
I hope to be repeating it a lot later.