[It's amazing how much more a femininely stern look can frighten him than a prison guard's fists. Armand pales, but nods, not looking at all like he'll argue now.]
Where--
[A pause to consider, then a rueful shake of his head.]
Lead on, miss. I am in your debt. I do hope we haven't far to go.
s'ok, really
Where--
[A pause to consider, then a rueful shake of his head.]
Lead on, miss. I am in your debt. I do hope we haven't far to go.