[Ferran's internal struggle between allowing said fussing and being the host he prefers—one who doesn't let their guest do anything but enjoy themselves—results in several long seconds of silence with a strained look in his eyes and a tension in his jaw.
Finally, he lets out a sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat.]
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Finally, he lets out a sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat.]
Sorry. I'm not... good at this.