You have a visitor, my lord." I frowned, "What?" "That is why I came in here. You have a visitor waiting for you." I stood up, exasperated. "Why didn't you say so?" Lacuna looked confused. "I did. Just now. You were there." She frowned thoughtfully. "Perhaps you have brain damage." "It would not shock me in the least," I said." Would you like me to cut open your skull and check, my lord?" she asked. Someone that short should not be that disturbing.
— Jim Butcher
Cold Days
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