Danny grins once Rosy snatches the end of the quill. "I'm constantly trying to ruin you, Stoker, I'd be insulted if you did trust me."

A pause, then, and he shakes the quill at her one more time. For annoying effect. "Or you and I could blow off Bromeo, go to the tavern, get a bite, and make fun of all the weird shit Scottish wizards call fashion." How can you resist, Rosy?