Negan smirked at the idea that he would have cut their visit short early, but she was right. Even when he walked the streets in London, no matter how hard he tried, he got looks. In the city, that was fine. In the country, he'd be scaring the shit out of some weak-hearted rich fucks who didn't need anything else on top of Judith to make them nervous.
As she went on, he couldn't help but laugh, giving Judith a playful shove sideways that was lighter than he usually gave, accounting for her heels, dress, and the snow.
"That's my fucking girl," he said, the pride evident in his voice. "I bet they were ready to do a fucking exorcism on you. Shit." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Those poor primitive fucks."