If she relished it, he'd be a deal more concerned —
Obvious, the way that quip finds his mouth, and discards itself. He is concerned. Once, it would have been easy to refuse: Isaac has ever been clear that he does not fuck with surgery. Let that blade find some bolder neck.
But it isn't really that simple. Sidony and her studies, John and his stump; and Isaac is vain, and he is so often afraid, and she's seen it all. You do stupid things for love, he'd said. Maybe he'd meant, for understanding.
At last,
"There are names I could provide you," As she well knows. "They are discreet."
This is not refusal. It isn't yet agreement. Whatever assurances she could offer matter little, when the whole affair invites scrutiny. If the Chantry comes knocking, Isaac knows whose door they'll find.
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Obvious, the way that quip finds his mouth, and discards itself. He is concerned. Once, it would have been easy to refuse: Isaac has ever been clear that he does not fuck with surgery. Let that blade find some bolder neck.
But it isn't really that simple. Sidony and her studies, John and his stump; and Isaac is vain, and he is so often afraid, and she's seen it all. You do stupid things for love, he'd said. Maybe he'd meant, for understanding.
At last,
"There are names I could provide you," As she well knows. "They are discreet."
This is not refusal. It isn't yet agreement. Whatever assurances she could offer matter little, when the whole affair invites scrutiny. If the Chantry comes knocking, Isaac knows whose door they'll find.