[Ravel reaches up with his good--chained--hand to rub at his temple, eyes closing briefly in exasperation. He's very sorely tempted to upgrade Shay from "vaguely" annoying to "oh god why do I put up with you" but that would be admitting defeat. So after a second of letting himself de-stress he drops his hand and smiles sweetly.]
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Is that an invitation, Mister Cormac?