If this had been 2019, Cameron might have said something along the lines of "Okay, crazy", but this was 1889 so he settled for a more eloquent, more polite, "I only meant that I hope this wears off before I have to see Professor Sleptov," he said, his nose scrunched and brows knitted together in annoyance. As hard as he tried, he found it difficult to keep his attitude in check considering what a know-it-all she was acting like. "It doesn't really matter what people would fear if they feared nothing. Everyone fears something. I, frankly, don't care enough to ask, but feel free to."
He'd considered going to Professor Ruskin, but now that she'd gotten preachy about it, he doubted he would. "Well I'm glad you've got it all worked out in your head. I don't suppose you can undo it, hm?"
He'd considered going to Professor Ruskin, but now that she'd gotten preachy about it, he doubted he would. "Well I'm glad you've got it all worked out in your head. I don't suppose you can undo it, hm?"
