Me? Well, aye, I thought that was the idea. [He peers at her, frowning. She'd tensed up just then, and now she's not looking at him, and he's getting a strong feeling there's definitely something amiss here.]
Sophie? Ye don't want to go talk to him, do ye. Whyever not?
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Sophie? Ye don't want to go talk to him, do ye. Whyever not?