"Yes, yes. You're very noble and selfless, Mister Ellis," has the ring of fond chiding to it, like slapping him gently on the back of the hand might feel.
"I'll forgive the lack of modesty in insisting on pointing it out, however. In exchange for helping me to carry a sack of this back to the Gallows, of course," she says, withdrawing her hand from the powdery substance and dusting it from his fingers and onto the hip of her brightly colored skirts.
She punctuates all this with a sidelong look in his direction, overly playful in order to disguise any real tenderness of sentiment. It is good of him to have indulged her in the question; they had been friends, she's certain. He and Mister Dickerson. And what with Ellis having such a practice of saying nothing at all—
Best not to linger over these things overlong, lest he regret being baited into the conversation to begin with.
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"I'll forgive the lack of modesty in insisting on pointing it out, however. In exchange for helping me to carry a sack of this back to the Gallows, of course," she says, withdrawing her hand from the powdery substance and dusting it from his fingers and onto the hip of her brightly colored skirts.
She punctuates all this with a sidelong look in his direction, overly playful in order to disguise any real tenderness of sentiment. It is good of him to have indulged her in the question; they had been friends, she's certain. He and Mister Dickerson. And what with Ellis having such a practice of saying nothing at all—
Best not to linger over these things overlong, lest he regret being baited into the conversation to begin with.