[ Hatred roils in his gut, hot and queasy. How he'd love to beat the condescension out of every face in front of him--his charge most of all. Instead, he swallows a retort--You wouldn't come back with a black eye. You wouldn't come back at all. He bows his head. ]
Of course. How silly of me to ask.
[ It's hard to keep the contempt entirely at bay, but he mostly manages it. ]
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Of course. How silly of me to ask.
[ It's hard to keep the contempt entirely at bay, but he mostly manages it. ]
Can I get you a drink?