FREY
"Don't sell yourself short puddin' pop. It isn't me, it's what you are to me." Frey corrects with a warm smile, their fingers continuing to play with her hair as they were so often want to do.
Nodding—yes, much worse actually—they simply let Phoebe work out her own views of the emotionally blue-balled leader of the Order. "You go where you feel you want to be, sugarplum. Unlike the others I'm not here to mold you into some ridiculous hero. The work you do will be pleasing wherever you focus your efforts. The brothel here, brightening up the city in Stormbreak..." They shrug their broad shoulders. "No doubt you'll find they have their own ways of motivating you to their side." Which was Frey's way of saying that they'd not complicate things by adding in extra goals or rules for Phoebe to abide.
Nodding—yes, much worse actually—they simply let Phoebe work out her own views of the emotionally blue-balled leader of the Order. "You go where you feel you want to be, sugarplum. Unlike the others I'm not here to mold you into some ridiculous hero. The work you do will be pleasing wherever you focus your efforts. The brothel here, brightening up the city in Stormbreak..." They shrug their broad shoulders. "No doubt you'll find they have their own ways of motivating you to their side." Which was Frey's way of saying that they'd not complicate things by adding in extra goals or rules for Phoebe to abide.
Because baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun
