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Etienne spat a series of words Anselm did not understand; the harshness of his voice uncharacteristic for the soft seaborn man Anselm had come to slowly discover. Anselm stepped back, reassessing what he had said to elicit such a strong reaction.  

It amused him in some small way to see this; Fiona had struck a nerve in him too, but why Etienne? 

Fine. I do not get the vitch. Anselm threw up his hands in a rare gesture of humor. So — how vill you fix this? He motioned to the sorry contraption wrapped around Etienne’s paw. 

Anselm’s lips twitched as another far more vulnerable emotion was ventured. If only you had a second set of hands. Of course, he could help — but he would not offer first, out of fear for being misconstrued as an advancement on a man.