Is that what you call it? Look, Arnet, sometimes Nathaniel flirts without really meaning to. He was working, thinking. I was standing over the bathtub now, and the water was cloudy. The tone of your voice, the stiffening of your body, he said from under the blanket, such disapproval, as if you think I will try to ravish you.
I am not insulted, my lady. He was seeing what I was seeing, not good at a murder investigation when the vic had been done in by vamps. That question would have a lot more merit if you weren't the one kneeling by my knees. I mean, there'd never be a trial.
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