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"Merlin," Trevor muttered, rolling his eyes at the pleading and his partners laughing. If he made her walk back on her own there'd be a good deal more whining and pouting and then she'd end up walking back and likely ending herself up hexed, mugged, Obliviated and in Mungo's with nothing in her head but the thought that it was his fault and he'd never be free of whining. He downed the rest of his whisky and made a show of huffing and standing up. He muttered under his breath and jerked his head, indicating she should follow now or lose her chance for an escort.