[And this is...easier. Falling into familiar patterns, giving himself over to flirtation-- it's better than dwelling on things too deeply, of thinking and fretting and wondering and driving himself half-mad with it all. That can wait for the depths of his sleepless nights, where it usually belongs. And so the smile remains, one auburn brow rising higher.]
My dear, I always have ideas. The question is whether they're good ones.
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My dear, I always have ideas. The question is whether they're good ones.