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[No-- there'd been a look on her then, a scent, something he knows, like recognising like and there'd been something in that, something bright and strange. But this is the answer she gives, and he isn't going to press or pry outside the boundaries of what she's given him (already too much, she could have just told him to shut up and keep out of the way).

So he dips his head. Shrugs.]

Suit yourself, I suppose. It's important, I'm sure, to enjoy what you do.

[And this time his smile is a little sharp, all teeth.]

I had fun. It's been a good day.