[ the answer is no. not intentionally. he may have had to choke down some truly terrible mixtures in his life, but it's perhaps for that reason that he appreciates a good taste all the more. he leans forward, his elbows on the edge of the table. one hand continues to fiddle with his glass, for lack of anything better to do.
well, he could think of several better things to be doing with his hands, but they're not at that point just yet.
her information piques the interest of one of his eyebrows. ] Have they, truly? [ a wry laugh twists from his lips. ] What do the townsfolk gather around for entertainment, lacking a good public execution?
[ he wonders if they've done away with the pillory, too. but, truth be told, he's much more interested in the look roxy gives him as she sips her drink. his grin is small this time. private. and just a little bit hungry. ]
Banish the thought, Miss Morton. I'd never assume such a thing about you.
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[ the answer is no. not intentionally. he may have had to choke down some truly terrible mixtures in his life, but it's perhaps for that reason that he appreciates a good taste all the more. he leans forward, his elbows on the edge of the table. one hand continues to fiddle with his glass, for lack of anything better to do.
well, he could think of several better things to be doing with his hands, but they're not at that point just yet.
her information piques the interest of one of his eyebrows. ] Have they, truly? [ a wry laugh twists from his lips. ] What do the townsfolk gather around for entertainment, lacking a good public execution?
[ he wonders if they've done away with the pillory, too. but, truth be told, he's much more interested in the look roxy gives him as she sips her drink. his grin is small this time. private. and just a little bit hungry. ]
Banish the thought, Miss Morton. I'd never assume such a thing about you.