“It’s simply an observation,” said Gwen. “You’re a dangerous man. I didn’t say you’re a bad one.” “You’re a dangerous woman,” Arthur said dryly. “And we don’t know if you’re bad or not.” Gwen just smiled. “We’re all united in at least one thing: none of us want Baron Zeppler to get his hands on the pomander—or Rory.”
I’m so unsure about her
