James shut his computer with a click, exhaling thoughtfully through his nose. He had not entirely intended to volunteer himself to be this goddess's 'company,' whatever that meant, but that was what had happened. Not that he had any objections, really. She was a fine lady, he was sure, and goddess or no, she comported herself with all the grace
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'It is a pleasure, I assure you.' He met her eyes for a moment. 'Though perhaps we should go elsewhere. Fort Charles does not precisely lend itself to socialising, not to mention the questions that would be asked were the Commodore seen fraterising with a strange woman in his office.'
And indeed, James was particularly keen to avoid the spread of any further rumours concerning his person. The matrons of Port Royal seemed to have little enough to do as it was, and he shuddered at what idiotic tales might spring up should the wrong person discover him locked in his office with a woman like Freyja.
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"You are ashamed by me, Commodore? If that is the case, perhaps I made a mistake in coming here. Clearly you are," she gestured around her to the office, "very busy, after all. I do so hate to impose," she said, even though so many knew better. She didn't mind imposing at all, in fact, she preferred it. She was more important than anything else her companions would be doing, after all.
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Returning her smile, he adjusted his arm under hers; a pretty pair they must make indeed, and a strange once. He nodded towards the door, catching her eye as they passed out of the office. 'And what sort of venue had you in mind?' It would be vastly inappropriate to take her to the Barrister's Arms or the Faithful Bride- pubs he frequented with Theo and Andrew- but then, she had just confessed herself not to care a whit about such things. The only other option was his house. More suitable, perhaps, but James made a point to spend as little time at home as he could manage. Well. He would leave it to the lady.
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