"Perhaps I will." Nell said, although his heart was not in the words. In truth he was beginning to feel very cold towards the ambassador. He had no politics in him, simply affection and his affection here had obviously been used. All the gifts, all the promises of shopping, they were just trinkets to buy his silence and his knowledge.
Nell didn’t mind selling his body, but the idea that all of this…had been to gain a spy in aristocratic circles upset him so much he thought he’d scream. “I should go.”