[ bearing a distant, blank stare, tony doesn't raise his eyes past the table, even at lucanis's voice. instead, he breathes the deep breath of someone steeling themselves on a diving board thirty feet too high and then glances at his half-full glass, which one corner of his mouth briefly scrunches up at. ] I'd prefer for it not to be red, [ he says lowly before he sips it anyway–half a joke, half the truth. ]
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