Scotch, straight-up, placed in front of Basil caused him to look temporarily from Rose, but just to smile at Henry who'd already disappeared. The bartender was good about leaving him be unless Basil sought conversation.
Drink in hand and eyes back on Rose, he shrugged. "Do you have to ask?" The smile playing at his lips easily showed his feelings. "You're irreplaceable, Rosie."
Taking a long slow sip, Basil smiled into the glass. Rosie. Felt nice to say. "So, really," he looked at her frankly once the drink was down, "You get sick of stepping through exotic shite?"
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