If one were to ask you, what is the worst decision Potos has made while in power?
[Inch. Iiiiiinch. The legs of their chairs are touching now. Claude lets his eyes run down Jean Louis' face, down over his somewhat coarse features. His olive skin. The broadness of his upper arms in that shirt of his. A whole other deal than this terrible whiskey, quality or not. Vincent won't mind, will he? After all, he takes no interest in the man himself - Heaven knows why not, he takes an interest in so many other men, some of them far worse than Jean Louis - so Claude's sure he can be allowed a little latitude tonight. Only New Year's once a year.]
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[Inch. Iiiiiinch. The legs of their chairs are touching now. Claude lets his eyes run down Jean Louis' face, down over his somewhat coarse features. His olive skin. The broadness of his upper arms in that shirt of his. A whole other deal than this terrible whiskey, quality or not. Vincent won't mind, will he? After all, he takes no interest in the man himself - Heaven knows why not, he takes an interest in so many other men, some of them far worse than Jean Louis - so Claude's sure he can be allowed a little latitude tonight. Only New Year's once a year.]