That was nicely played, he had to admit. He hadn't even anticipated the connection between battle-ax and sharp, and internally he had to chide himself for not putting that together before he'd said it. One would think that someone raised by poets would have been able to see a metaphor like that coming a mile away.

Ozymandias watched her for a second, trying to think whether he wanted to continue this conversation or move on to his real purpose in approaching her today. "Let me show you the garden," he decided, reaching for her arm before she could protest. "My mother would be quite distraught if we left blood stains on her rug, so it's probably best we go outside before you lose all restraint."

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