Oh, Isi. [Tired, though good-humored judging by the way his mouth twists up at the corner as he abandons his tea and the comfort of his chosen post in favor of standing - ignores the creak of locked muscle and bone, rolling his shoulders as he goes. Angles his chin down towards her, looking back without complaint.]
There is nothing about your company that I hate. [Which is the chaste truth, and nothing but; Grayson doubts she needs the ego boost, but earning it is another matter entirely.]
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There is nothing about your company that I hate. [Which is the chaste truth, and nothing but; Grayson doubts she needs the ego boost, but earning it is another matter entirely.]