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Laughing openly at Elizabeth's comment over the lizard Flint quickly responded. “Well, my father always did say you Southerners had memory problems. Guess he was right.” As he finished speaking Elizabeth's chilly wet hair brushed Flint across his exposed shoulder causing a slight chill to run down his spine, something he convinced himself was simply the cold reacting to his skin. “Like I say every night, you'll see when I'm done! I swear, your curiosity is worse then a childs.” Flint added as he continued working away with Elizabeth still watching over his shoulder, eventually he spoke up again. “I'll make you a deal Mrs. Nozy. You finally tell me why your so obsessed with that damned blade and I might, just maybe, tell you what I'm actually making. I think I've seen you polish the thing almost twice a day sense we've set off together.”