Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
The ridiculousness of her question was enough to make Trevor falter, turning an expression toward her like she had grown a second head. "....Works fine for me," he repeated. "She's not my fuckin' wife, she can do what and who she wants." He shoved his hands into his pocket. "I fuckin' like things as they are. And she's not going anywhere," he said confidently.