"You whip yourself over this nonsense one more time and I swear by my father that I will toss a glass of wine fully into your face," Lachlan said, completely deadpan.
But then his gaze softened a bit as he chuckled. "...and you know how much I hate wasting a good glass of wine."
He leaned back in his plush chair and swirled his glass and then drank it down, an attempt to prove it was an empty threat made in good humor only to prove a point.
"Haven't I told you to let this go, Mel?" he asked. She made no answer, but looked down sheepishly.
"And have I held this over you at all?"
"No..." Mel finally admitted.
"Exactly. And here you are, a member of the Irregulars' inner circle..." Lachlan paused one last time for effect, "and so I am asking you honestly, without guile, judgement, or reservation: are you up for the tast of leading the Irregulars in my stead?"
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