Goldy offers the child a pleasant enough smile, but nothing else. The clippers snick periodically, until all ten nails have been trimmed. Next comes the emery board, to smooth those rough edges away. It skims and scrapes with a delicate whizzing sound.

"Hoping that I would bail your ass out?" she hazards, when it becomes clear that Eros is not going to finish that thought. "Even after you dismissed me so rudely, and without any explanation, the last time we were together."

"Heh. Think again, buster."