[ The uncomfortable silence that followed him in only drew greater attention to the light giggle of the innkeeper's daughters and the clearing of Versio's throat. And, well, Rey was standing now. So she felt like she had been pulled into the perfect storm of his lack of social graces.
Somehow the question didn't sound scathing. It was not as though he were holding it over her to remind her that she was his prisoner and had no say in the matter, but rather that he genuinely could not have guessed that she would have been enjoying this more than she had any other uncomfortable interaction she'd had over the past few days.
Never mind that it was the first chance she'd had to engage in another civil human being willingly. Not a redcloak whose temper or power trip might turn at any moment to violence. ]
I — [ She ought to push for him to join her upstairs so she could get it over with. But it would happen either way. If he stayed and drank with the men, it might be easier. (Ridiculous. He never drank with the men.) Or at least they'd all be deep in their cups and asleep and any sound he made might go unnoticed. And then fewer people would be in the inn proper to see her slip out.
(She could do it. She could kill him in his sleep. He had surely done it to others.)
Yes. Later would be better. ] Well, yeah.
[ A lame finish, but the only one she had. And it drew snickers from some of the other patrons who didn't know better. ]
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Somehow the question didn't sound scathing. It was not as though he were holding it over her to remind her that she was his prisoner and had no say in the matter, but rather that he genuinely could not have guessed that she would have been enjoying this more than she had any other uncomfortable interaction she'd had over the past few days.
Never mind that it was the first chance she'd had to engage in another civil human being willingly. Not a redcloak whose temper or power trip might turn at any moment to violence. ]
I — [ She ought to push for him to join her upstairs so she could get it over with. But it would happen either way. If he stayed and drank with the men, it might be easier. (Ridiculous. He never drank with the men.) Or at least they'd all be deep in their cups and asleep and any sound he made might go unnoticed. And then fewer people would be in the inn proper to see her slip out.
(She could do it. She could kill him in his sleep. He had surely done it to others.)
Yes. Later would be better. ] Well, yeah.
[ A lame finish, but the only one she had. And it drew snickers from some of the other patrons who didn't know better. ]