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Flora hesitates for a brief moment, one finger tracing absent patterns on the tabletop as she chooses her words carefully. When she finally looks back up at Sohalia, her expression has softened into something gently protective. "Wellll," she begins slowly, tilting her head to the side. "He's good at what he does—drug-running, racing, charming people out of their better judgment. And Torchline loves a good rebel." She pauses, aqua eyes bright with quiet seriousness beneath their playful sparkle. "He’s not bad, exactly. But he’s..." Flora trails off, wrinkling her nose slightly. He was Torchline, through and through, which the queen suspected was not something Sohalia would want in large quantities.
"Complicated. Always mixed up in something shady. Always a little bit in debt, a little bit in trouble—but he always seems to talk his way out." This of course she knows mostly second-hand from Jack's dealings with the man and his escapades; luckily he hadn't crossed her path in an official capacity.
Her expression softens into a sympathetic smile. "I mean, he’s the type that’s really, really fun—until it’s suddenly not." Flora shrugs, lifting her teacup and sipping thoughtfully. "Just be careful, okay?"
"Complicated. Always mixed up in something shady. Always a little bit in debt, a little bit in trouble—but he always seems to talk his way out." This of course she knows mostly second-hand from Jack's dealings with the man and his escapades; luckily he hadn't crossed her path in an official capacity.
Her expression softens into a sympathetic smile. "I mean, he’s the type that’s really, really fun—until it’s suddenly not." Flora shrugs, lifting her teacup and sipping thoughtfully. "Just be careful, okay?"
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