Admittedly, Rose was only half-concentrating on the proceedings in front of her. As she held Leopold's hand, her eyes were mostly transfixed on the door. She fully expected company to come breaking in at any moment. Plus, blood made her a bit queasy, AND she was actively resisting the urge to bombard Sam with questions. Now just wasn't the time...
"'is name is Leopold. Duke of Albany," she explained, not wanting the man to strain himself further. Her thumb ran soothingly across the top of Leo's fingers. Smiling, she added, "an''e's very smart, an' very charmin'." Rose lowered her voice and leaned in so that only Sam could hear. "'e's from a differen' time. Late 1800's, I'd say. There's a couple o' these blokes. Commodore Norrington is from th' 18th century 'imself."
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"'is name is Leopold. Duke of Albany," she explained, not wanting the man to strain himself further. Her thumb ran soothingly across the top of Leo's fingers. Smiling, she added, "an''e's very smart, an' very charmin'." Rose lowered her voice and leaned in so that only Sam could hear. "'e's from a differen' time. Late 1800's, I'd say. There's a couple o' these blokes. Commodore Norrington is from th' 18th century 'imself."