The counter-offer singed his eyebrows and caused an unpleasant clenching of his bowels. He would have laughed, as he had the first time she disagreed with his sentiments and suggestions, far, far away when he remembered how to laugh, but the last round of haggling left him with the distinct empathy for skewered butterflies in examination cases.
"My lady," he began and stumbled headfirst into the stuttering embolalia that took the place of his argument. "Er, ah, yes, concordant to such a thing, you understand ..."
"Yes, yes, yes?"
Her voice delivered enthetic blows upon his nervous system. Perhaps he should crawl beneath his desk and hide. Desirous of naught but escape, he offered an exiguous rebuttal before relenting.
"Good, good, good."
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