He stood, curious, but didn't approach the bed, and if she approached him he would take an instinctive step back towards the window, raising a placating hand. "In words, dear Edy, I'm more than happy to indulge. I'm just not much one for touching without good reason," he reminded her, his wry smile still remaining though a questioning look had come into his eyes. "Especially when you are as, ah, distractingly unclothed as you are at the moment," he added, diplomatically not pointing out that her hands had recently been places that were a bit more intimate than he wanted to contemplate with anyone other than Rory, and even if they weren't still sticky, there was a part of him that very much didn't want them on him until she had a good wash.
For once, he knew exactly where those hands had been, and he was going to keep a healthy distance until he knew otherwise.
"So you need advice?" he asked curiously from his place out of reach. "Or do you need to throw me in jail to satisfy her temper tantrum? I thought the late sign-up punishment was just a fine, so I was kind of hoping we could work that out and you could show her that you'd managed to track me down in her absence, and we could pretend you had threatened me into obeying." Not an entirely implausible story, given the way Edrei had threatened Rory in the past for being on the wrong side of Roana after all.
For once, he knew exactly where those hands had been, and he was going to keep a healthy distance until he knew otherwise.
"So you need advice?" he asked curiously from his place out of reach. "Or do you need to throw me in jail to satisfy her temper tantrum? I thought the late sign-up punishment was just a fine, so I was kind of hoping we could work that out and you could show her that you'd managed to track me down in her absence, and we could pretend you had threatened me into obeying." Not an entirely implausible story, given the way Edrei had threatened Rory in the past for being on the wrong side of Roana after all.
