Verity watched him and almost laughed at the surprise on his features, the distrust that the fight was actually over so easily. She almost wanted to bite back at him just to prove him right but she resisted the urge.
She could have watched him relax, but her head was in her hands as she tried to think of possible solutions. When he was kneeling before her she looked at him like a child, desperate to hear what she wanted to hear. But he couldn't even get the sentences out himself and it made that words that much harder to believe.
"Of course," she said, weakly, her voice a little hoarse.
She summoned Willow, the elf that was assigned to this house, and asked her to please get Marlowe for them. She released the privacy wards on the study so that he could enter and took a deep breath, hoping she'd finally hear what she wanted to hear.