Mrs. Collins could demand all she liked, but unless one of God’s messengers themselves descended with some doozy of a sign, Conall probably wouldn’t listen. He never had been so hot at taking orders.
Fairchild’s lack of faith in him was no particular surprise, either. Not that she could expect any better of him, either, for he had never pretended otherwise... it was with that in mind that he arched an eyebrow at her and swung the drink a little in her direction, in some kind of joking invitation. “Ah, but that depends on the spirit,” he deadpanned, suppressing a snort as best he could.
“No, I was led astray,” he remarked with a roll of his eyes, shortly after. He wasn’t sure how any of the elements of the luncheon inside could be attested as his scene, and he resented everyone who had prodded him along today equally for it. “But I’m surprised to see you out here,” he said suddenly, surveying her anew in slight confusion. Why’d she come outside, then; what was her excuse? “What’re you hiding from?”
Fairchild’s lack of faith in him was no particular surprise, either. Not that she could expect any better of him, either, for he had never pretended otherwise... it was with that in mind that he arched an eyebrow at her and swung the drink a little in her direction, in some kind of joking invitation. “Ah, but that depends on the spirit,” he deadpanned, suppressing a snort as best he could.
“No, I was led astray,” he remarked with a roll of his eyes, shortly after. He wasn’t sure how any of the elements of the luncheon inside could be attested as his scene, and he resented everyone who had prodded him along today equally for it. “But I’m surprised to see you out here,” he said suddenly, surveying her anew in slight confusion. Why’d she come outside, then; what was her excuse? “What’re you hiding from?”
