"Let them think that they're important," Ilde advises, thoughtfully, stirring her drink with one of the cherries still in it. She's easing into good humour, which is equal parts nicotine and company; she likes them both, even if she's more inclined to trust Remy than Erik. (Timing is everything, there - her loyalty is worryingly easy to gain.) "They like that. Ego."
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