Sebastian was here with parcels that were probably presents, and Tyb refused to let the spark of curiosity at what they could be get the better of him, because he wasn’t going to invite Elsie’s cousin in for tea and cake and gift exchanges when he’d said all he’d said. And maybe he’d said it without thinking – or out of protectiveness for Elsie – which Tybalt understood; but it still spoke to how little faith Sebastian had in him, to an unnaturally insulting degree, and he wasn’t ready to stop seething about it yet.
“And if we don’t want anything from you, what are you going to do, are you going to force them on us?” Tyb shot back in a surly tone, with a dark look to match. He folded his arms in front of him to express that he was not going to be taken in by Sebastian Beauregard and his stupid peace offerings just like that.
“And if we don’t want anything from you, what are you going to do, are you going to force them on us?” Tyb shot back in a surly tone, with a dark look to match. He folded his arms in front of him to express that he was not going to be taken in by Sebastian Beauregard and his stupid peace offerings just like that.
