Alastor clicks his tongue in soothing disapproval, shaking his head. "I know. It's no wonder you can't relax. But you know how hard you work. All the effort that goes into maintaining an empire like this -- and the secrets it keeps." He rises from the arm of the couch and crosses to the window. "Your little cousin doesn't interest me," he adds, as he closes the window and locks it. "You know that."
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