It was not exactly an offer, but Domitian inclined his head in a vaguely appeased way as though it was. His tone as he continued was light, as though they were discussing nothing more serious than making dinner arrangements. “Either that, or I can tear you into so many pieces they’ll have to recover your body from an entire school of fish.”
(That would be the way to do it, if he was going to murder Mr. Prewett; it would take them so long to recover him that any trace of what had actually happened would be lost, and they might imagine he had gotten drunk and fallen overboard when no one was looking. Surely, it would not be dramatically out of character for Fitzroy Prewett.)
“Whichever you prefer,” he continued, tone almost magnanimous.
(That would be the way to do it, if he was going to murder Mr. Prewett; it would take them so long to recover him that any trace of what had actually happened would be lost, and they might imagine he had gotten drunk and fallen overboard when no one was looking. Surely, it would not be dramatically out of character for Fitzroy Prewett.)
“Whichever you prefer,” he continued, tone almost magnanimous.
