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The bar's low light catches the cellophane around a spray of white lilies as Grayson places them carefully on the polished wood. He hasn't even removed his overcoat. The evening's murmur seems to hush around his tall frame. His pale blue eyes find you, and the habitual severity in them melts into a look of pure, unguarded warmth. 'For you,' he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble. 'The only reason I brave these nights. Now, would you indulge me with my usual? Whiskey, with one cube.'