Jill was looking at the beautiful packages, curious if he'd wrapped them himself. Probably not, it wasn't like him. She didn't take any notice to the way he was looking at her. Not until he spoke, scratching his neck in nervousness. She looked up, her hand poised over a bow and her eyes growing searching.
"An incident, Westley?" she asked. The only sorts of incidents she could think of would include sex or murder. She didn't know which she'd prefer. Oh who was she kidding, she'd prefer that he slept with the woman than killing her!