[He stands there for a moment longer, lips thinning out under the weight of a pinned exhale.
Isi... [ Stern to say the least. In part for her teasing, and in part for the idea that it might be entirely serious: Galahad Grayson sitting idle in the heart of the Savoy, surrounded by society's fashionably soft, is a mental image he doesn't care to entertain-- and he imagines she knows it already.]
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Isi... [ Stern to say the least. In part for her teasing, and in part for the idea that it might be entirely serious: Galahad Grayson sitting idle in the heart of the Savoy, surrounded by society's fashionably soft, is a mental image he doesn't care to entertain-- and he imagines she knows it already.]