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[A smile that's positively shy tugs up one corner of his mouth.]

It is. She has remade it in every detail.

[Not surprising from one angle, really--Pthumerians, after all--but a minor shock from another, that anything in the Waking World knew him that well.

He nods at Bigby's line of logic, looking maybe just a little sheepish--a little pleased, too!--to have his own wiles turned back on him.]

Fairly argued, dear friend. I do owe you as much. [He shrugs out of his heavy, practical Hunter's coat, laying it aside to put on Madam Generosity's gift. It fits him perfectly, for all he knows he'd lost weight and muscle since setting aside the coat it's a copy of.

That last thought's cause for a fleeting frown as he secures the last clasp and straightens the tall collar around his throat.]

Well. [He lifts his chin and turns his head in Bigby's direction.] Does it still suit?

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[For a moment, Bigby is quiet, if only for the fact that he does truly find both the coat and Illarion himself mesmerizing. The combination of the two leaves him quiet, contemplative, then warmly he speaks:]

Incredibly so.

[Gentle as ever in his touch, he takes Illarion's hand, sweetly pecking the back of it.]

I know you only as you are now, but for that I could not regret a single moment. Especially now. You are a wonder to see.