"You're either really needy or disorganized.. I'm not sure which," he told her huffing as he straightened back up. "Do this... Get me that... Most people wouldn't dare talk to me or whisper a request in my direction." He walked over to around the desk on her side and pulled a drawer open to show paper and ink. He gave her a look that said 'really?' as if she couldn't fend for herself. He rolled his eyes and huffed again moving away. He walked over to a chair nearby and flopped down.
He was watching her like a hawk. "You know... you concentrate too hard. It's really not that important. I'm not planning on killing you if you don't give me the answers today." He wished he had some liquor to watch this show with. It was a train wreck. She was so determined. Was she scared of punishment... Maybe today wasn't a good day to give a tour of the dungeons after all...
He was watching her like a hawk. "You know... you concentrate too hard. It's really not that important. I'm not planning on killing you if you don't give me the answers today." He wished he had some liquor to watch this show with. It was a train wreck. She was so determined. Was she scared of punishment... Maybe today wasn't a good day to give a tour of the dungeons after all...
