"Ummm… this 'look'? What does it really look like?"
Ollie practically croaked the question out. It came out rough and strained, like he had to drag each word up from his throat. The ladies immediately noticed how pale he'd gotten.
"Lord Mylor, are you alright?" one of them asked, her brows knitting in concern.
The flickering blonde forced a smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but he held it there anyway.
"I'm fine! I just… realized it would've been better if my friend knew about this earlier. Now I can only hope it's not too late!"
Then, as if catching how that sounded, he stiffened and waved his hands.
"Not too late in informing him, I mean!"
An awkward beat passed before he attempted to salvage things again.
"So, for the sake of my friend, I have to learn everything about this. Please!"
There was no missing the desperation in his voice.
The ladies exchanged glances.
