Dammit, where was that idiot? They had 20 minutes left, and Klaus hated playing hide-and-seek. On cue, Dorian appeared out of nowhere, smile shining in the false dawn.
“My heart, you should have seen it! Just round the corner, a Galliano shop—the most wonderful spread of shoes and accessories!”
Klaus sat on his impulse to do harm: the noise would attract attention. “You are saying that you stopped during a dangerous mission to, to… WINDOW-SHOP?”
Dorian’s face radiated innocence. “Why, wouldn’t you stop in front of an gun shop? Darling, you need to get out more, I tell you.”