“It was a lapse of judgment on my part.” He smirks when I glare at him. “I despise you still.” “Do you?” He snaps his fingers. “Tell me, love, do you often kiss people you loathe?” “I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll go down to the tavern to test that theory.” “Condemn whoever you wish.” He shrugs, placing a hand on my back to guide me toward the front door. “It’ll provide me with some entertainment when I shoot them down.”
