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Like some wickedly knotched arrow, his statement hit home with impact: Ingram felt pleased by the success. He watched as she took a step back as if fumbling. It was exactly the reaction he had hoped for.

He hadn't really hoped for the next siege of questions, which fell down upon him like a barrage. Good god, did she ever stop? Ingram wondered uncharitably, bemused by the sudden thought that maybe she was alone because her caretakers had tired of her perpetual and interminable questions.

"It's an adult thing." He answered simply, with a tone that suggest finalty. Not that she was likely to heed it, being so full of curiosity and all. "So.. what's your name?"