We could be sparring, and you ask me a question. I have to answer it with a lie, think on my feet.
[A beat.]
...I only ask because I trust you. You've been good to me. [In her way, at least, which he's come to recognize.] But I won't press it. It's just a thought.
no subject
[He sighs through his nose.]
We could be sparring, and you ask me a question. I have to answer it with a lie, think on my feet.
[A beat.]
...I only ask because I trust you. You've been good to me. [In her way, at least, which he's come to recognize.]
But I won't press it. It's just a thought.