Solving your problems with brute force. A woman after my own heart.
[ His eyes close briefly in something inscrutable, and his words have an edge that makes it difficult to tell if he's truly joking or if there's something more to the way the air around him seems to still—
—but it comes and goes, and he fixes his gaze back at Iona, then at Oren in the distance. Polite, innocuous. ]
no subject
[ His eyes close briefly in something inscrutable, and his words have an edge that makes it difficult to tell if he's truly joking or if there's something more to the way the air around him seems to still—
—but it comes and goes, and he fixes his gaze back at Iona, then at Oren in the distance. Polite, innocuous. ]
Do you trust me, Miss Iona?