Arms crossed tightly against his chest, Simon eyed the blond man beside him, his lips slightly pursed. He wasnât happy to have him here, even if the animosity between the living and the undead had settled in the days after Amyâs second death. On edge and filled with a deeply seated resentment, Simon hesitated for a moment before giving a sharp nod.
      ââThat can be arranged,â he finally replied, his tone cordial as he arched his eyebrows. âIâm willing to pay for the solvent and whatever tools youâll require, plus a small amount for the labour.â
  ă Aight. Consider it done.ăÂ
He nodded, one corner of his lips tugging upÂ
in a lopsided smile. It didn't really matter to him
how much he was paid as long as he got some-Â
thing.
  ă Ye might wants ta tone down whatever it isÂ
   your lot does fer fun though. The law... it don'tÂ
   exactly allows vandalizin'. Them windowsÂ
   don't come cheap either. Yer lucky only oneÂ
   of 'em needs ta be replaced... ă