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Her expression lightened considerably at his flattering words. “I can’t help feeling irritated that people keep coming to me for information about them. I’ve had a few Johns stop me on the road to question me too,” she sighed. “But other than that, my morning has been swell.” Astrid returned the smile, resting her hands against his chest. “You?”
"Did you?” He asked, his interest suddenly far more peaked and his brow coming together in a frown just this side of angry. More irritated, than anything else, really, but still; he’d never been one to be fond of people accosting his wife. “Who was it, give me names,” he demanded, only half teasing as he smiled at her and rubbed circles into hip with his thumb, “I’ll have them all reported, you see if I don’t. Mmmmm,” he hummed, his free hand finding the small of her back as he pulled her closer. “Better now that I have you here, doll.”











