"Outside. Why you wanna ruin the secret for? Stop askin'. It's a secret place, Cil." he tossed her the sort of slab of meat look a comedian is able to summon up on stage and serve melodramatically, without defect, without cracking. One specific corner of his mouth tied up together at the side as he hmmmmm'd at her side-long, two brave brows ascending in a gunfight between curiosity and Heaven. "You comin' or not?" he'd asked up to the princess of the wilderness, who paused at the trigger. Softening his expression.
This was her floor, right? Why the fuck did she not want to be down here?
"If you let me..." he dared; or did he yield to a temptation? "I'll carry you and run so nothin' can get you on the way out."