Kieran grinned at her. "Oh, you'll still get my unbiased opinion," he said, "You can ask my other friends, I don't really do that whole —" he waved a hand "— polite, what people want to hear, thing." He wasn't about to start just because he knew Marlowe Forfang personally, now — except that he was not sure she would take his concerns for her safety any more seriously now than she had when he alluded to them in writing.
He opened his notebook and scrawled with a quill at the top of a clean page, flipping past pages and pages of reporter's notes and wrote We should talk about these things in private sometime. Kieran spun the notebook around to face her.
"Have you met any other — um, correspondents?" Kieran asked, tilting his head as he tried to figure out how to phrase this. Maybe MacFusty was actually a werewolf.
He opened his notebook and scrawled with a quill at the top of a clean page, flipping past pages and pages of reporter's notes and wrote We should talk about these things in private sometime. Kieran spun the notebook around to face her.
"Have you met any other — um, correspondents?" Kieran asked, tilting his head as he tried to figure out how to phrase this. Maybe MacFusty was actually a werewolf.