If The Sky Comes Falling Down
07-05-2014, 09:05 PM
My eyes are just fine, thank you very much, he wanted to spit out, but stopped himself at the last moment. Really? Thank you very much? He could do better than that. Better to say nothing at all than to embarrass yourself with weaker wit. And it just so happened that her following comment bore enough wisdom that it drew forth yet another dry laugh. Free meal? Why yes, that would suit him just fine. The conversation took a somewhat more sombre turn thereafter, and some of her jovial tone slipped away. A pest? Oh that was an understatement, but he'd certainly encountered worse. "You're forgiven," he joked, his tone aloof and demeaning all at once, as if her apology was below his notice no matter what she was in fact apologizing for. "I too have been somewhat deprived of company. It was intentional," he paused to make a point of putting a special emphasis on 'intentional' in the hopes of driving her somewhat pleasant intrusion home, "but all the same. As far as sleeping, I've seen a number of caves gouged into the sandstone. As long as it doesn't rain they should serve." Her germs were indeed a terrifying prospect, but once again, he'd encountered worse. At least she wasn't disease ridden, as far as he could tell. From the few rogues he had encountered, word was a plague had swept the land not long ago. If this fae was carrying those sort of germs around, well, he'd have some pointed words for her indeed. |
