"You're speaking like that again…" Vol said. There was a notable difference, at times. It was like she was slipping from one body into the next. She would bow to him, as if he was some lordling, and then she'd alter her speech to that of the utmost politeness.
"Am I?" She said, still doing it.
"You are," Vol growled. "I told you to stay in the carriage."
"You did," she agreed. "I am ready to accept whatever punishment that I have incurred."
The fact that she could say that and actually meaning it was the most irksome part. Those Syndran noble customs, Vol did not think that he would ever be able to understand them.
"Are you trying to anger me?" Vol said.
Penelope shook her head, her long silver-hair swaying as she did so. "Of course I am not."
"Then why do you avoid looking me in the eye?" Vol asked.
"It is improper," Penelope said.
