“What was that about?" Henry's voice came out higher than he would have liked. "Shh." Peter's eyes shifted around the square. "I thought you cared about her," Henry said, careful to steady his voice this time. Peter rubbed his eyes and hen opened them, hoping to find that Henry had gone. He hadn't. "I do care." Peter sighed, seeing that we would have to give a genuine answer, that Henry wouldn't take anything less. "But" —Peter nodded in the direction of the tavern, where the Captain was— "I'm trying to be smart about it.”
Book:Red Riding Hood
