[Chilton looked at his company, his surprise unvarnished. He could barely bring himself to acknowledge that he may never again see her, much less fathom the company of another woman this night.]
Truthfully. I would much prefer your company.
[Both an accurate and (he thought) graceful statement. Chilton knew what Littlefinger intended to do, how he intended to comfort, the generosity of a brothel keeper, so to speak -- but Raina had become more than a bedfellow. It was companionship that festered into Chilton's ego. He needed to mourn, he needed to think it through.]
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[Chilton looked at his company, his surprise unvarnished. He could barely bring himself to acknowledge that he may never again see her, much less fathom the company of another woman this night.]
Truthfully. I would much prefer your company.
[Both an accurate and (he thought) graceful statement. Chilton knew what Littlefinger intended to do, how he intended to comfort, the generosity of a brothel keeper, so to speak -- but Raina had become more than a bedfellow. It was companionship that festered into Chilton's ego. He needed to mourn, he needed to think it through.]