He could have meant any number of things, Gale knows. How many mortals had he been entangled with? How many had he preyed on?
How many times had he lied to him?
He clenches his jaw, his gaze flicking downwards for a brief moment.]
What do you mean?
[There's no feigning innocence, no coyness in his voice. He fully intends to answer, should Godfrey clarify— he owes him so much more than that, but in this moment, honest answers are all he can possibly offer. Even then, they are worth little.]
no subject
He could have meant any number of things, Gale knows. How many mortals had he been entangled with? How many had he preyed on?
How many times had he lied to him?
He clenches his jaw, his gaze flicking downwards for a brief moment.]
What do you mean?
[There's no feigning innocence, no coyness in his voice. He fully intends to answer, should Godfrey clarify— he owes him so much more than that, but in this moment, honest answers are all he can possibly offer. Even then, they are worth little.]