βI see some people havenβt learned common decency during their youth.β
. . . Why hasnβt he killed her already, again? His brow twitched. . . Twice.
βMy decision is etched in stone.β
His gaze flicked briefly down to the flower, but didnβt bother to remove it.
βThereβs nothing pessimistic about being realistic about things. If the president couldnβt break my personality, what makes you think you can?β
βFirst. . . Turkey. . .β
He scoffed. Well? Heβll, at least, grant her merit for the originality.
Clearly not amused or cracking the slightest grin, he carefully pulled each of the sticky fake webs off his hair. All the while, wondering why the hell he bothers to help people.
