"I suppose there are people lined up to try to make people believe they're telling your secrets," Essery had never really known what to believe about him, honestly, there were so many rumours and sides to things, she'd always found it was better to find out what someone was like for herself.
"Though, I wouldn't say you're disappointing," she countered, smiling at the rim of her glass and taking another seat. He'd offered that she could sit down, so she moved us enough that she was sitting at the edge of the windowseat. Was it a windowseat, or a windowsill? She wasn't all that worried about looking foolish, though, either way.