“I could ask what such passions are, but frankly I don’t really care.” she murmured, her gaze cast back down to the papers. “I offered you an alternative to barely scraping by. Simply a suggestion. You’re free to ignore it.” she mumbled.
“Not sure I’d like having to work with you that much anyway.” she added under her breath.
“Good ta know.” He shuffled toward the door.
“An’ I ‘eard that too, ya know.”