Waveringly Sweet

And so there I was. Getting handed a room key, I, so very much, did not deserve.
Not that I was planning on doing anything that may be considered rotten to these women and their bed and breakfast. But, accepting this key may very well set heaven ablaze and turn hell into sanctuary.
These two women have no idea what they just let into their bed and breakfast, as well as their lives, as the two are interchangeable.
Whatever they thought of my intentions of me being there was no doubt, very wrong. Unfortunately for them, I was no ordinary customer there're liable to see with their practiced eyes.

"Can you believe that worked?" Gwenyth asked climbing the stairs along with me.
"Sometimes, I can't decide whether to discourage, your tendency to fib or fully egg on that behavior as a whole. Because Fitcher your lying is most impressive, indeed."
That made me smile. "I was taught from the best."

I wasn't looking for a simple place to rest in the grand majesty of Paris, ready to explore it.
Quite the contrary, I'll stay hidden as long as possible.
I was simply looking for a room where I can work and think in, a refuge safe from the tumultuous street and away from the eyes of another green-lacking assassin.