( It was more of a ruckus than he'd have liked, that spider bursting forth. The thunk of his sword slamming into the floorboards beneath it. It's entirely possible they've woken something, or alerted a nest.
He wipes the flat of his blade off on his breeches, and does not sheath it again just yet.
A quick peek should be fine, right?
He stares at her like she's out of her bloody mind. )
Sure. ( He agrees placidly. ) If you don't mind having that little pink head taken clean off, be my guest. It's your funeral.
( In other words: he thinks that's a stupid idea and also still would very much love it if she'd just leave instead. )
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He wipes the flat of his blade off on his breeches, and does not sheath it again just yet.
A quick peek should be fine, right?
He stares at her like she's out of her bloody mind. )
Sure. ( He agrees placidly. ) If you don't mind having that little pink head taken clean off, be my guest. It's your funeral.
( In other words: he thinks that's a stupid idea and also still would very much love it if she'd just leave instead. )