Davy's face twitched. Why did the women talk to bloody much? It was still a shock and unbelievably insulting. It was almost as if every woman of this earth had sprung from the loins of Elizabeth Turner herself.
"Then after you." He bowed mockingly, extending a hand towards the roof in an invitation for her to jump off the ledge. "Bloody woman." He grumbled as he took back down the steps once again.