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He saw the look upon her face. He was no fool, nor was he blind, but he knew, as well, to not let it get to his already big head. He'd be lucky, he knew, if that was the expression that he thought it was.
But her cry of indignance, her scream, rumbled a laugh from deep within his belly, gravelly in its tone but genuine all the same. Barrett could hear it, hidden away somewhere: she laughed, too. My apologies, princess, he chuckled. The man strode further forwards, rolling his shoulders and stretching out his limbs. Invigorated, after freezing halfway to death in the lake.
He turned back to look at Twitch, a smile sitting wide upon his otherwise hard face. Something boyish and warm twinkled within his gaze. Thinkin' we should head back now, he mused, rather unashamedly letting his eyes trail over her figure, pelt tussled from the water. He chuckled again.
Dry off as we go, huh? Came a smirk.