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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

"Oh, for the love of Merlin," she muttered. She had a feeling she'd have better luck chasing a wild goose than actually getting anything solid out of him. To her ears, he was just rephrasing the same response, and she had a feeling no matter how hard she pushed, she was just going to get more of the same.

Since they both had work to do (she assumed he did, at any rate; she knew she did), she reasoned it was prudent to abandon this particular war. She'd just have to accept that he was insane or extremely contradictory and leave it at that. Nothing else made sense, and she was tired of the implication she wanted into his pants.

"Well, thank you," she replied as she rose. "Suppose I should go get back to work. It would be a shame to get myself fired in the first week." She tugged at the hem of her skirt before she turned away toward the door, folder in her left hand, fingers of her right curled loosely. "Have a lovely day, Mr. Draper," she replied.