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"Well, it's easy for you," he said indignantly. "You're 1000s of times bigger than I am."
"'They'."
She beamed, tilting her head slightly. "Is he, like, your second in command or something?"
His breath left his body and he struggled to bring it back, gasping for air. After a moment, he stood up and crossed to the window, looking for...
"Are you an official clockworker? No? Then you're still an intern."
She laughed breathily, running her fingers through his hair. "That's what they all say."
"Did he make them?" she asked, sounding delighted by the prospect.
His finger traced the edge of the compass and he paused before his eyes widened and he gasped, sitting heavily on the couch and clutching his head.
He shrugged, the action moving fluidly through his body. "You wouldn't have an intern do your surgery, now, would you?"
"Told you it was a front," she murmured.
She stepped out, raising an eyebrow. "I was promised a brochure," she said, her voice warm with good humor.
He stood up, looking over at a compass on the table, his brows furrowed slightly.
"I pranked you."
He shook his head, cleaning his whiskers. "No, thank you. I will not be fixed by an apprentice. No offense."
She laughed deeply before kissing him, her fingers in his hair.
"I figured," she said, shaking his hand.
Jack sat in the room Knox had put him in, his hands folded between his knees.
"Fool. You fell for the oldest trick in the book."
He hesitated, his ears swiveling again towards her. "I don't... I have to be honest with you, I don't remember. I fell into a puddle, and my...
