[And for a moment Kimblee is quiet, apparently content to watch Dorian and Maróczy and...whatever it is they're doing (playing? setting fire to the entire forest? who knows, and more importantly, who cares?). His gaze is still focused in their direction when he speaks again; he's smirking a bit, though the expression isn't a particularly nice one.]
You're terrible at keeping things from me, you know.
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You're terrible at keeping things from me, you know.