"Now you're THREATENING me? Young one, if I wasn't in such a hurry right now, I'd throw you over my knee and turn your rear the same color as this fox pelt back here, but I don't have time for this nonsense, I'm already late."
Grumbling to himself, Desmond tossed Mary's dagger into his cart and snapped his fingers at the donkey to get it moving again. He offered one more glance up to Mary before shaking his head and muttering about how lazy the youth of today were.
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