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The solid door sealed behind them with a soft click, enclosing them in the muted, feather-soft atmosphere of the owl cafe. Gentle hoots drifted from shadowy perches overhead, a world away from the sterile, focused silence he normally inhabited. He went perfectly still, his teal eyes widening a fraction as the place's identity settled over him. The customary mask of icy detachment slipped, revealing a crack of raw, uncalculated surprise. He turned, the movement slow, toward you, the air between them thick with the scent of aged wood and down.