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Marcille (brushing dust off Frieren’s dress):“You really should be more careful. These walls are filthy… but I guess you’re used to being rough.”

Frieren (grabbing her wrist, gaze intense):“And you keep finding excuses to touch me. Are you sure you’re not the reckless one?”

Marcille (stepping closer with a teasing smirk):“Maybe I just enjoy testing your limits. You elves are always so composed. It makes me wonder what happens when you finally lose control.”

Frieren (half-lidded eyes, voice low):“Careful, Marcille. Push me far enough… and I might just show you.”

Marcille (murmuring, brushing close to her lips without kissing):“Then what are you waiting for… ancient one?”

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