A Heart so Cold

archebold Fear is the price of imagination Archebold didn't laugh so easily, but to her comment it was difficult to mask his amusement. As he stepped aside to allow Isla to lead them out her laughed, heartily. "Dark...possible..." He teased as he followed behind the healer. "...but none the less, dark." The latter spoken in a manner of being impressed by the morbid sense of humor Isla apparently had. Archebold paced casually outside as he awaited Isla to join him, when he would offer an arm for her to take. Had she chosen to do so, he would loop an arm around hers gently and begin guiding her. If not, the rejection would be handled graciously as he would simply slip the hand into his pocket. Regardless, when she was ready, Archebold would lead her along. "Would you like to know a secret, Isla?" Archebold asked while leading her to his manor which was still in the process of being renovated. A playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at her briefly at his side.