[Rinea's face scrunches up impolitely at Claude's flirtatious attempt at deflection. He's quite brazen, isn't he?!? Still, Rinea has extracted the pledge she wanted from him, so she'll let him get away with saving face.]
I will hold you to your words. [Even though it's his pretty face he should be worried about--like she just told him!!! Ah, well. Whatever, whatever.
She hooks the basket over her arm, clasping it shut again.] Where were you heading? An apothecary? Given your cargo, perhaps we are bound to the same place.
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I will hold you to your words. [Even though it's his pretty face he should be worried about--like she just told him!!! Ah, well. Whatever, whatever.
She hooks the basket over her arm, clasping it shut again.] Where were you heading? An apothecary? Given your cargo, perhaps we are bound to the same place.