“I think you need to bat your eyelashes to someone else. It’s my poor eyesight, you see. That makes me unable to properly value your charms.”
She was still amused by his ramblings. The man was entertaining and original, even if he carried himself in such irritating way. She gave him credit to not act foolishly obnoxious. That made this more bearable.
Integral was a fast woman with long legs, not used to be caught up with. She was walking more slowly than usual to not make the limped man run after her; such behaviour would be unbecoming of her. However, it was disconcerting to walk beside people instead of leading their ways.
“It won’t. The computer might prove what I shall explain you in a few moments won’t just the product of my overactive imagination. Or that you are not dreaming about a frosty and mad woman.”
If they bother to explain him anything at all…
Integral could barely count in how helpful these people actually were.