[Waver shook his head rapidly. There was no denying the resemblence, but....]
No, he's not. My dad passed away a few years ago.
[The elegant gentleman (tm) didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation unfolding before him. Instead he pulled up a tiny flame out of seemingly nothing and lit the cigar. The deep, not unpleasant scent of it's smoke started to waft upwards, into the cavernous ceilings above them.]
"Make up your mind, quickly," [the man chided, taking a pull from his cigar.] "None of us have the time for dawdling."
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No, he's not. My dad passed away a few years ago.
[The elegant gentleman (tm) didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation unfolding before him. Instead he pulled up a tiny flame out of seemingly nothing and lit the cigar. The deep, not unpleasant scent of it's smoke started to waft upwards, into the cavernous ceilings above them.]
"Make up your mind, quickly," [the man chided, taking a pull from his cigar.] "None of us have the time for dawdling."