Pascal sidled up to the bar near Nadia and flashed his winning grin, truly, the boy knew no bounds. "Good evening Auntie," he said in a falsely sweet voice. He neither cared nor viewed her as an aunt in any way. "A pint please," he said to the bar tender without taking his ravenous eyes off the woman next to him.
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