12-13-2021, 09:03 PM
He glanced down at her as she fell into step, the first words out of her mouth those of a grumpy combatant.
“Did you sleep well, Kemala?” he asked mildly, either unperturbed or simply uncaring of her prickly greeting, but apparently acquiescent enough to indulge in what he considered polite nothings, if that’s what she wanted. Though there might have been some vague amusement if she happened to look up to catch his expression then, and she wouldn’t be wrong to suspect the remark was actually quite pointed, no matter how pleasantly spoken.
If, he decided, she proved utterly insufferable company, he could simply pitch her over the side. It wasn’t like she couldn’t swim.
“If you don’t wish to share breakfast, would you rather procure us a suitable vessel while I organise the things I will need? Of boats I have no great experience. Funds are not an issue, and just as well; I pity the man who crosses you in a barter, I think.”
“Did you sleep well, Kemala?” he asked mildly, either unperturbed or simply uncaring of her prickly greeting, but apparently acquiescent enough to indulge in what he considered polite nothings, if that’s what she wanted. Though there might have been some vague amusement if she happened to look up to catch his expression then, and she wouldn’t be wrong to suspect the remark was actually quite pointed, no matter how pleasantly spoken.
If, he decided, she proved utterly insufferable company, he could simply pitch her over the side. It wasn’t like she couldn’t swim.
“If you don’t wish to share breakfast, would you rather procure us a suitable vessel while I organise the things I will need? Of boats I have no great experience. Funds are not an issue, and just as well; I pity the man who crosses you in a barter, I think.”
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