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"Yeah. That's me," he smiles self-deprecatingly, glancing down and idly turning his wine glass about on the table by the stem. When Toni goes on, he glances up and quirks another smile, though it's perhaps a little forced. He knows things like these aren't up her alley, but is it so ridiculous to want to give her a nice night without ulterior motives? "Oh, you know. Shoved him in the closet, probably hasn't found his way out of there yet."