Being called a bastard is not one of them. He rises with the bag of groceries, his smile now all teeth and danger. His voice is low when he speaks, meant only for her.] Telling others about me? What good do you think that'll do?
[He holds the grocery bag out for her to take, his other hand going for his dagger once more.]
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Being called a bastard is not one of them. He rises with the bag of groceries, his smile now all teeth and danger. His voice is low when he speaks, meant only for her.] Telling others about me? What good do you think that'll do?
[He holds the grocery bag out for her to take, his other hand going for his dagger once more.]