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Anselm’s stiff demeanor seemed to offput the woman. The uncharitable side of him relished it. 

As she stepped back, he considered her baldly, agreeing to her statement with an unusual directness.  No, you shouldn’t. 

It was either piss or get off the pot; if she was serious, she better show it now. Otherwise, he might get irritated enough to chase her off before she ate everything in Rivenwood.