[ ah, so that's the angle she's playing. a little flicker of resentment rises in miles' chest at the likely notion that she thinks he must be somehow more susceptible to this tactic than most just because of how he looks. that's right, pity the cripple. he wonders if she's aware of how totally unnecessary this is, but miles isn't about to stop her in the middle of her pitch. he smiles slightly, his gaze sharpening. ]
I'm afraid I don't agree to any trades without knowing all the details.
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I'm afraid I don't agree to any trades without knowing all the details.