( Bright eyes, perhaps too much white to them. Lashes dark and long and spearing, the kind that would make a maiden her name for beauty. He stares back. )
I do. They're happy below. I'm keeping them happy. I'm being very good. ( And harsher: ) You're not.
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( Bright eyes, perhaps too much white to them. Lashes dark and long and spearing, the kind that would make a maiden her name for beauty. He stares back. )
I do. They're happy below. I'm keeping them happy. I'm being very good. ( And harsher: ) You're not.