[Yeah, these villagers, man. Too keen, too kind. Still going against the grain of what Weir is comfortable with, for reasons he still cannot quite understand.
But. Way to put him on the spot, too.
No thanks. He's going to throw Lucinda under the bus with this one, and he glances at her, features sharpening into an almost sardonic skepticism.]
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But. Way to put him on the spot, too.
No thanks. He's going to throw Lucinda under the bus with this one, and he glances at her, features sharpening into an almost sardonic skepticism.]
Well? Does the lady want an escort?