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The over the top portrayal of his "pain" amused her, something that was very nearly a laugh almost escaping her lips. She stopped any noise from leaving her throat, however, lest she betray any hint of emotion other than disgust. Instead, a short huff of air left her mouth, nothing more.
His genuine answer to her question caught her by surprise. Not his willingness to respond, but the response itself. Stratford-upon-Avon. She'd be lying if she said that didn't pique her interest. In fact, she had always wanted to visit the English town, one she was sure must be chock-full of rich history. And she was very keen to see the Royal Shakespeare Theatre.
He responded to her insult quickly, with a hint of wit himself. She was only slightly impressed by his ability to keep up with her. "Stratford-upon-Avon, huh? Yes, I can certainly see the blood of poets runs through the land." She continued her trek towards the trees, tilting her head slightly to catch his eyes, the glint of mischief not going unnoticed. "Cocks without combs have no fighting spirit and, therefore, are not for me. And even if that weren't so, I couldn't go out with you, as I already am out. Thank you for the offer and have a lovely day." She smiled a saccharine smile, mock sincerity seeping out of her every pore. Perhaps the casual dismissal would send him on his way.