He walks in step, willing to let her lead. It's not as if he's got anything better to do--a thought he finds himself having often, lately. It's a bit unwelcome, given how destructive his boredom can be. He pushes it from his mind for the time being.
"An' deprive me a' your company again? I'll be sad ta see you go."
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"An' deprive me a' your company again? I'll be sad ta see you go."