The expression on the face of Fionn changed from that of sheer playfulness to tremendous seriousness.
"I knew your high house dolls never fail," he commented.
Cargan knew not if he was supposed to take the remark as a compliment or the opposite.
The reality that this might cause some disruption in the peace of his line was unsettling him.
He managed a straight face. One that wouldn't betray his composure or give his brother a hint of what he really felt inside.
After all, Fionn was unpredictable when it comes to countenances. One would never be able to tell what his brother felt or was thinking no matter how hard they tried.
"I have a condition to releasing her to you, brother." Cargan bargained.
Fionn had a faint smile on his face now.
Arggh, how much Cargan could detest the wry smile his brother gives even in the worst situations. The smile was always there.
Just there.
