[The fae regards Morrigan with something like boredom before staring into nothing and slowly tilting his head as if he's checking some internal rule book.]
What's said is said.
[Oh. She wants it that bad does she? He could work with this angle. The man slowly closes the gap between them and looks about as menacing as someone covered in half a pound of Hobby Lobby grade litter can and circles around her.]
Forget about that old machine. Go back to your sandwich.
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What's said is said.
[Oh. She wants it that bad does she? He could work with this angle. The man slowly closes the gap between them and looks about as menacing as someone covered in half a pound of Hobby Lobby grade litter can and circles around her.]
Forget about that old machine. Go back to your sandwich.