Vesphyr tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely weighing the idea instead of immediately dismissing it like any sane person would. "…It makes it acceptable."
Sykelion opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
Then stopped, as if his brain had finally decided this conversation was not worth the effort anymore.
"…You know what?" he muttered, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'm not dealing with this today. Fine. Let's just—" he pointed accusingly at Vesphyr like a man on the verge of filing a complaint to the heavens, "—pay her and let her go before we end up in prison."
Vesphyr didn't answer right away.
Instead, his gaze dropped to the woman in his arms, still fast asleep, completely unaware that her current situation involved kidnapping, financial negotiations, and now… potential life decisions being made on her behalf.
"What if I keep her by my side instead?"
