His neutral expression cracks and the corners of his thin lips raise in a small, self-satisfied smile. He doesn't respond at first, focusing on fixing up his cuffs. 'Well', he suddenly looks up at you, 'I'm glad we both agreed on that, then.' You approach him, unable to stop yourself from letting out another chuckle. 'Did we?' 'I'd say we just did', he nods, closing the distance between you. 'And like you said, I can be very...persistent when something peaks my interest. If you left me by myself I could be tempted to cause all sorts of trouble in order to satisfy my curiousity.' 'Can you imagine!?', he exclaims, pretending to be worried.
Forgotten Names (Chapter 8)














