[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn chuckled softly, You speak without knowing the things my hands have done, and the orders I've followed. It was kind. Too kind. And some part of him knew that he should scare the woman, scare her away until she understood the truth of what she'd walked into.

He couldn't bring himself to do that, though. No, he'd continue to take her around town, ensure that she was seen by his side. And that would have to be enough to protect the sheltered innocence in front of him.

When she asked for a match, he slipped a book from a pouch at his waist, and offered it to her. She returned the matchbook shortly after, and he watched her light her pipe. Would you like to go on a boat? He inquired, as he led the way on their next adventure.