"Damn," He mused with a smirk of his own as she leaned forward, "You caught me. I'm planning an elaborate forgery in my head right now. I think perhaps we'll plant it in your study and pretend that it'd been there the whole time, don't you think?"
Honestly, that wasn't that bad a plan ... but it was definitely not his style. Grayson dealt with things using intimidation and anger because it was what he was good at. He shifted slightly and tapped one of his gloved fingers against the table, eying Fiona.
"But honestly, Fiona, I think we both know that the Ministry is sniffing for leads because they're bored idiots." The waitress brought the tea and Grayson poured some for Fiona and then for himself before he continued, arching his brow at her again. "They're relatively easily distracted, however."
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