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The question was bordering defensive, and he could not help but to crinkle his nose in a chuckle. It rumbled in his chest like thunder. The inkhound returned her pointed stare without pulling his attention away from her. “No,” he answered and then shrugged his shoulders. Though he wasn't quite as good at passing off lackadaisical charm as well as his brother, he did well enough.

“It would bother some,” he then added with a quiet nod. The water lapped against the shore almost softly, as though it were offering room for him to speak with Dalia without the threat of its beating swell against the sands. Ford felt calm when it was calm, and he was not bothered by their present conversation.