“i am not having bad lady problems.” a frown appeared immediately at the other’s words, not in the mood for the street rats little games. not when anya was concerned. “of course i couldn’t expect you to understand, comrade.”
INSTANTLY a brow arches, a humorless snicker tugging at the corners of his mouth. He had long ago learned not to let the words of others affect him, yet a fire still brew in his heart. Dmitry was not foolish enough to believe ‘ comrade’ made any of the general’s words LIGHT. “&& what do you mean by that COMRADE ??”
“… ‘i’m innocent!’ she cries. but then, you see her eyes, and something in them tells you that she absolutely lies!”
Mouth parts from a lack of words ( for once) —— brows knit as he then ATTEMPTS to be completely oblivious of the girl he speaks of. “Sounds to me like you have some bad lady problems, comrade. Nothing a stiff drink can’t fix !!”
