[Heads or tails: his odds have never been good, or kind, or merciful, or even mildly disdainful.
But at least he trusts she isn't lying when she pens those words. She doesn't seem the sort for pity or pandering.
She does, and doesn't, seem like him.]
A bottle of wine?
Nonsense my clever little mind. I tell you what, I'll supply the goods you're after— hand delivered— to whatever port or promenade you call your own, and there you'll teach me everything you know.
Well.
Everything you please, anyway. I suspect everything you know would take the rest of my eternity and we both have our schedules, after all.
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But at least he trusts she isn't lying when she pens those words. She doesn't seem the sort for pity or pandering.
She does, and doesn't, seem like him.]
A bottle of wine?
Nonsense my clever little mind. I tell you what, I'll supply the goods you're after— hand delivered— to whatever port or promenade you call your own, and there you'll teach me everything you know.
Well.
Everything you please, anyway. I suspect everything you know would take the rest of my eternity and we both have our schedules, after all.
Deal?