[ He finds that he cannot keep from sounding too incredulous as he poses those questions, not really expecting an answer in return. ]
I do not doubt you, nor have I cause to, but I had thought... Well, after all, you have met my friend, and I was very much at your mercy to do with as you willed. You could have named your price, and you still could, at any rate. And, as far as I am concerned, I owe you a debt that must be repaid.
[ He shakes his head in response to her statement concerning his wounds. ] Do not trouble yourself further on my account. I have had worse injuries, and I imagine that this shall not be the last time. [ No sooner does he speak those words than an idea comes to him. For the moment, he says nothing of it, as he deems it is not the time, but he will have to do so soon. ]
Your home? I see. [ That complicates the idea that he had, and already his mind is spinning with ideas and possibilities to turn his idea into reality. Should she be agreeable to it, of course. He is not interested in forcing anyone to do anything they do not wish to.
Why he is even entertaining this idea is beyond him, but some force, some strange hinting at a bond between them, is driving him to continue thinking upon it rather than abandoning it.
Then she touches him once more, and that seems to be all the confirmation that he needs. ]
I have a... A proposition. No, an offer. And I hope that you will at least consider it before you dismiss me as a fool.
[ He would stand so that they are on a more even footing, but doing so seems beyond him for the moment. So rest he does, although he would just as soon make this offer while standing on his own two feet. ]
I fully expect you to decline, because as you have said, this is your home, and we are veritable strangers.
[ And yet somehow, although he does not understand it one bit, he feels as though they are anything but strangers. In this life, they might be. But what about in another life? It is foolish and nonsensical, but these thoughts will not be dislodged. ]
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[ He finds that he cannot keep from sounding too incredulous as he poses those questions, not really expecting an answer in return. ]
I do not doubt you, nor have I cause to, but I had thought... Well, after all, you have met my friend, and I was very much at your mercy to do with as you willed. You could have named your price, and you still could, at any rate. And, as far as I am concerned, I owe you a debt that must be repaid.
[ He shakes his head in response to her statement concerning his wounds. ] Do not trouble yourself further on my account. I have had worse injuries, and I imagine that this shall not be the last time. [ No sooner does he speak those words than an idea comes to him. For the moment, he says nothing of it, as he deems it is not the time, but he will have to do so soon. ]
Your home? I see. [ That complicates the idea that he had, and already his mind is spinning with ideas and possibilities to turn his idea into reality. Should she be agreeable to it, of course. He is not interested in forcing anyone to do anything they do not wish to.
Why he is even entertaining this idea is beyond him, but some force, some strange hinting at a bond between them, is driving him to continue thinking upon it rather than abandoning it.
Then she touches him once more, and that seems to be all the confirmation that he needs. ]
I have a... A proposition. No, an offer. And I hope that you will at least consider it before you dismiss me as a fool.
[ He would stand so that they are on a more even footing, but doing so seems beyond him for the moment. So rest he does, although he would just as soon make this offer while standing on his own two feet. ]
I fully expect you to decline, because as you have said, this is your home, and we are veritable strangers.
[ And yet somehow, although he does not understand it one bit, he feels as though they are anything but strangers. In this life, they might be. But what about in another life? It is foolish and nonsensical, but these thoughts will not be dislodged. ]