Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"It is lovely, innit?" Trevor asked, unable to resist a grin at the comment. There was no reason to fault him if happened to be naturally endowed.
He glanced back at her, noting her uncomfortable position and decided against taking the bottle back at that moment. "It's not bad," he pointed out, taking this as another of Gretchen's overreacting moments. He could still remember when she thought Verity would be trouble, a blond even less threatening than Twillfit. "It's not fucking mine, I know it, sure we can prove it," he prodded the glass on his desk, pushing it around slightly. "You're not actually worried about 'er?"