At that he gave her another considering gaze. In a week he'd managed to throw off the urge to squint for a person's soul, for the most part, except when he was actually trying to look for it on instinct--like now. So he squinted, caught himself squinting, and rolled his eyes while heaving a sigh.
"That's me. Or so they tell me. Pretty sure they didn't mention a daughter. Or jailbait. Although technically speaking I suppose you're legal, depending on the culture and era."
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"That's me. Or so they tell me. Pretty sure they didn't mention a daughter. Or jailbait. Although technically speaking I suppose you're legal, depending on the culture and era."