He offered to leave and Warja frowned. That was a horrible idea. A stupid, selfless, downright chivalrous idea...and she loathed it. "No." The single word was simple and left no room for arguing. No, he wasn't allowed to leave. Now that he was here he had to stay - silly boy - even if that meant he just got to stand there and do nothing.
Okay, no. That wasn't fair. Stepping back from her work, Warja gave Kismet the once over, eying him as if she were trying to figure out what to do with him. "You know, you've followed me all over the place." All over two continents, actually. "I think it's time you did the leading for once." She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Whaddya say, Kismet? Wanna go on an adventure?" Just in case he hadn't gotten the idea... "And pick the destination?"
