[ with a curt hand gesture, she motions him through the rest of the room -- out the bedroom door. her glance is imperious; she would brook no argument. ]
What brings you to my neck of the world? [ a quiet scoff at her own unintended pun. ] Hopefully not actually my neck.
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What brings you to my neck of the world? [ a quiet scoff at her own unintended pun. ] Hopefully not actually my neck.