Previously the lodgings of the late Lady Braddock, the Dower House fell into disuse for a number of years, particularly after Braddock Manor passed to Brian himself. Since the arrival of the University, it has been renovated into an administrative building as well as faculty and staff housing on the second floor.
"That's hard to say without knowing her better myself. But she could take it as an attempt to be intimate. If that's not how you intend it then you should make that clear to her. People often can feel very vulnerable about being intimate."
"Just try to be honest." She was beginning to come to the conclusion that Will would just have to stumble through this on his own and fail a couple times before he figured it out. It's how she had done it, maybe it was something that had to be learned instead of taught.
Was there something else you wanted? I don't think you asked me here to ask about my new form, because you didn't know it existed yet, unless Alex already told you."
"No, I asked you here because you're technically classified as a metamorphic substance and that means I have to make regular notes about your material safety parameters. It's unnecessary and needlessly demeaning but I'm obligated to do it."
"Oh, boy, quite frequently. Bedding is flammable, right? And then I was some curtains and then the couch in the common room...I'd say quite a bit. I'm probably, like, super-flammable."
"No no no. Stop. I mean flammable as defined by health and safety regulations. Gasoline, acetone, ethylene, those kinds of things. Not anything that could be set on fire."
"Can you guarantee that you will only turn into something helpful when you're subjected to one of those triggers?" she asks, really hoping that she'll just say yes.