Ford caught himself grinding his teeth and made a concerted effort to stop. Broadmoor was trying to antagonize him, whether because he was cozying up to Tycho and trying to assert his claim or just because he was an obnoxious shit in general. Either way, he shouldn't give him the satisfaction of being able to do it so easily.
"I'll pass along your good wishes to my fiancee," he said, though Broadmoor had never asked him to and Ford hadn't the slightest intention of following through anyway. It was just something to say that didn't require him to respond to the remark about true love.
"Now, if that's all—?" he asked, with an arch of his eyebrow that said he very much expected it to be all.
"I'll pass along your good wishes to my fiancee," he said, though Broadmoor had never asked him to and Ford hadn't the slightest intention of following through anyway. It was just something to say that didn't require him to respond to the remark about true love.
"Now, if that's all—?" he asked, with an arch of his eyebrow that said he very much expected it to be all.
Set by Lady!