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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

Cathair actually took a step back as she started chewing his ear off. Saints, she was one of those women. He always wondered what in the world had convinced these feminists that asking if they were all right and offering to hold doors from them was an affront to their equality. Everyone with half a bloody brain knew that the genders weren't equal. Men were lead around by women from the moment they were born. They were raised by women, often taught by them, and then if they were lucky, married to one that would keep them in line for the rest of their lives. It was just the way things were.

Or the way he had been raised. Maureen Delaney had never worked a day in her life, but she had raised her son with an iron rod. If he'd not at least asked after a women who was clearly alone and with child, she'd have turned over in her grave, then rose from it to track him down and cuff him about the ear for his bad manners.

"I was asleep," he admitted. "I heard something, but didn't get much of a chance to do anything before they got me with the tranquilizer." That wasn't entirely true. He had chosen not to fight back, because he had thought he'd been caught and didn't need anymore blood on his hands or his soul any dirtier than it was. He was about to inform her he hadn't meant what he asked like that when she apologized for chewing his ear off and went on to answer his last question.

"I can show you where the pub is with the food," he told her. He would offer to accompany her when she looked around, but he had a feeling he might get his nose broken for that.