[ There's a pause as Grantaire inclines his head, as though he's searching his mind for the answer. While he holds certain mementoes close to his heart, almost all of his memories exist beneath a fog of wine, leaving the finer details lost to him. He's certain he recalls the gala, though, and he's certain he recalls begging for more than one kiss. ]
I recall being there, and I recall you being there.
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I recall being there, and I recall you being there.
[ He smiles most pleasantly. ]
Why do you ask now?