... [has to concede it's an equally good point, turning his head away for fingers to touch at his hairline contemplatively; it smells too much like what could be a missed opportunity for him to pass so easily]
[but...]
I'll think about it. [eyes scour the other man's presence -- armor, leather, cloak, candy -- and his lips form a tight seal, frown etching his features]
[just how close does he want to let him]
Whether or not I'm capable of not 'mucking it up' seems irrelevant. You trust me?
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[but...]
I'll think about it. [eyes scour the other man's presence -- armor, leather, cloak, candy -- and his lips form a tight seal, frown etching his features]
[just how close does he want to let him]
Whether or not I'm capable of not 'mucking it up' seems irrelevant. You trust me?