"Then I would say that's their loss," she said, softening her tone since he seemed to be conflicted. Sometimes there were those that inspired the occasional kindness in Isobel and she briefly considered telling him her suspicions and who he could go to confirm them.
However, as always, she was to draw him in deeper so he didn't go.
Fuck it, she didn't want him to go.
She slid closer, her fingers sliding up his chest as she aligned her much smaller body against his.