#stratsandwhiskeywrite

“Money, power, or breeding rights.”

“What?”

Will blinked, lifting his eyes to Jack, who now stood much closer with his unintroduced companion a step behind him.

“Motive,” Will replied, setting his hands to his knees to lever himself up to stand. He peeled his gloves off and wiped his palms against his jeans. “The three most likely reasons for murder are always money, power, or breeding rights.”

They shared lodgings often enough, and had also walked in on each other in compromising positions before.

As friends.

As male companions plodding along not oft-walked paths together.

It's been six years, Geralt, get with the program. In short, there's only one bath, there's only one bed, and there's only so much a man can take, fuck's sake.