( SURPRISE )
Oh, Halone damn you.
Pellam had promised, swore up and down that she would not flirt with this man, and yet there he was without a godsdamned shirt. The timing was awful. The words were on the tip of her tongue. Were he anyone else, she would have had something entirely smooth to say, something not at all embarrassing.
But she had promised.
With an audible gulp the conjurer pointed at Frost and said, “You do look better with at least half of your clothes on the floor and if you will excuse me I shall see myself out.”
So much for THAT.















