straniul:

++cowboyduster

“Ah, perfect timing. I was just sharing the epic tale of yours to these roses. Brightens their day.” Adrian was sketching the roses in the garden, the strokes on the thorns of each one getting heavier than necessary.

It was a wonder  how Dimitri’s
conscience  hadn’t  killed  him
by   now.    "I’m   sure   they’re
fascinated,” was his dry reply,
but it was far from unfriendly;
he didn’t have the right.