[ That pulls him out of his sentimental little reverie - he laughs, a buoyant ha! ]
You filthy little minx.
[ He nuzzles the side of Bastien's neck. He's certainly never been bad at sweet nothings, but - Maker, Bastien turns him into a poet. How intolerable.
The seagulls, emboldened by the two of them being so utterly lost in one another, swoop down. The first one to arrive misses the mark, but the second one manages to make off with a whole bun all on its own. Byerly turns his face towards it, says with mingled delight and fury - ]
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You filthy little minx.
[ He nuzzles the side of Bastien's neck. He's certainly never been bad at sweet nothings, but - Maker, Bastien turns him into a poet. How intolerable.
The seagulls, emboldened by the two of them being so utterly lost in one another, swoop down. The first one to arrive misses the mark, but the second one manages to make off with a whole bun all on its own. Byerly turns his face towards it, says with mingled delight and fury - ]
Little bastard! After I fed you -