He caught the questioning look, and he had thought ahead to what he would say to any questioning.

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… Though he looked a little baffled as to how to answer it, impeded.

“Ah!” he laughed, as though he had heard her over the cacophony. “Do not mind this. The maid fell pregn-… ill,” he hastily ‘corrected’. “And I meant to come out this way anyway.”

It smelled pretty damned rank out there. Zechariah was glad for an excuse to invite himself in. He nodded toward the room behind the blonde with an expectant smile.

“May I sit?”