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The female got nervous, flighty even as she headed for the door, declaring that maybe she didn’t want to say those words after all. Lysander smiled at her and chuckled, women never knew what they wanted, did they? He advanced towards her, ready to continue the game until she spoke of the children. His eyes went to Emwe and Conor, playing carelessly on the floor. He hoped they hadn’t been paying attention to Winnie, or if they had perhaps they hadn’t understood. Hadn’t Lysander already told Whinifred not to speak so in front of the children. Another thing about women was that they never listened. She didn’t know who they belonged to, and even if she found out the mother wouldn’t come to take them away anytime soon. Following to the door, his voice was neutral. “I love the pelt, thanks.” And with a slam and lock of the door he went back to the pups, sitting down with them contentedly once more.
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