“Just so you're aware,' Mor chirped from the other side, 'We do have to go soon.'
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'We have thirty minutes,' he said with remarkable smoothness.

'And it takes you two hours to get dressed,' Mor quipped through the door. A sly pause. 'And I'm not talking about Feyre.'
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'Go terrorise someone else,' he called to Mor, rolling his neck as his wings vanished and he stalked for the bathing room. 'I need to primp.”