Jamie crossed his arms over his bared chest, the scratch now cleaned up well enough. He'd need to get off to bed soon enough and had honestly just begun to ponder pushing away from the counter to head in such a direction when she responded. Chuckling at first, all he could was shrug at the mention of being stubborn. He was fairly certain it was a familial trait. All MacFustys seemed to be stubborn in their own way, some more so than others, but it was still something they all had in common.

Still chuckling, he shook his head again. "Seeing them is just as dangerous," he said, dark eyes focusing on hers as he spoke, "There's a whole island designated just for the smarmy bastards. They're not to be taken lightly and even if you were to get to the island, there's never really any knowing just where they're all at. You could think you're hidden well enough then have one come across you from behind." He shook his head again, "You'll not get me to take you there under any circumstances." That firm tone was back when he said it. There was no amount of pleading and pushing she could do to get him to do otherwise.

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