[So she says, but he gives the dogs a wide and vaguely wary berth regardless. Instead his focus falls on her apartment, eye roving appraisingly over the size of the space, the furniture, all the trappings. Looking out for all the signs that she truly is doing well here, that she's as happy and settled as one can be when one has been kidnapped and thrust into a strange and disturbing new world.
He casts his glance back over the angle of his shoulder, though, when she asks her question, and finally there's the reappearance of his curved-blade smile.]
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He casts his glance back over the angle of his shoulder, though, when she asks her question, and finally there's the reappearance of his curved-blade smile.]
Oh, straight from the source, most definitely.