I nodded slowly, looking over the
notes one more time, wondering as to how stupid I was going to be. “My Lady,” I
said softly.
Pretty damn stupid, apparently.
“You asked for my discretion, and
you have it. I cannot help you, though, if you do not share all you know.”
“I have told you all that you need
to know.”
“Respectfully, my Lady, you have
not.”
A fist seized my shirt, and the man,
whose name I still didn’t know, hauled me to my feet. “You will not decide
that, peasant!”
I nodded. “Then I cannot help you. I
bid both of you a good day.” I adjusted my hat.
The man released my shirt, growling,
“Coward,” under his breath.
“Dickless,”
I growled back, gratified at the utterly blank, confused expression on his
face.