Ah...right, words. Lemme rewind that some; I ain't keen on bein' on t'receivin' end o'those plans. I'm of yer mind on this, I'd rather parse things out quick so we can sort t'situation rather'n wait 'round fer somethin' awful t'happen.

[Because she was right. Something DIDN'T feel right, not even a little bit. Still, he could put his unease to the side long enough to offer a smile and an extended hand; it was an old habit he'd never broken.]

Declan Blake, pleasure's all mine.