Then he cocked his head, smirking. “Perhaps next time, though, you could choose a more mundane paramour. Maybe a baker. Then we could just sit around eating pies instead of throwing our lives into such exciting disarray.” I barked a scoff, grateful to let the tension break. “It’s not like that.” “Hm.” His eyes narrowed. Then he added, “I expect to be paid exorbitantly, of course.” “Of course,” I replied. As if there was enough money in the world.
naw he likes the adventure
