Eyes narrowed, he starts to say something, and pauses. He's angry, yes. And he's cynically disinclined to believe that she's really in love with him, at the moment.
But he can't quite bring himself to say something truly furious or nasty.
"Fine," he mutters. "I'll take your word for that."
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But he can't quite bring himself to say something truly furious or nasty.
"Fine," he mutters. "I'll take your word for that."