Nick pulled a face, not sure if he actually believed her, nor whether he should admit to knowing anything about such iniquitous dens, himself. (At least if he did, he had some superior knowledge than her? That was always a comfort to fall back on.) “Pity,” he remarked. “At least if you frequented opium dens you’d already be comfortable sleeping on the floor.”
(He did not like the look of the weather clearing in the next hour or two, and was afraid she might have to stay. And while he could probably offer even Miss Sandow better than that, in this case Nick thought that a small threat of his potential inhospitality would not go amiss.)
(He did not like the look of the weather clearing in the next hour or two, and was afraid she might have to stay. And while he could probably offer even Miss Sandow better than that, in this case Nick thought that a small threat of his potential inhospitality would not go amiss.)
