"He offered to be your patron? And he said he's *drawn* to you? Santa, this is either the most romantic thing ever, or the most manipulative." Satang's voice was a mix of awe and suspicion. "I don't know, satang. He just... he looked at my work, and he saw it. He understood what I was trying to do. No one's ever done that before." Santa hugged his arms, a shiver running through him despite the warm afternoon. "And... when he looked into my eyes... it was like... electricity." "Electricity that could power a small city"
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