“No, thank you. Sir.” “What do you mean, ‘no, thank you?’” I can almost hear him gritting his teeth. “I mean, no. Thank you. If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather climb down.” “‘If it’s all the same to me,’ she says.” The bemused note in his voice has me wondering what kind of expression he’s wearing. His growl a moment later kills my curiosity. “Duchess, I don’t give a single fuck about what you’d rather do. As your instructor, I am ordering you to let go of the wall and get your ass on this alicorn. Now.”
