[center][h3][i][sup][sub]The First Dilemma of Lady Alyssana Grey[/sub][/sup][/i][/h3][h1][i][sup][sup][sup][sup]Part III[/sup][/sup][/sup][/sup][/i][/h1][/center]
	“𝓝o, no...” Finnegan shook his head, “No, shhh. You, no you...” There was determination in him to speak this more eloquently than the gibberish that had caught his voice beforehand. His head shook once more as a hand was, against raised with a finger extended, wagging at her. She was not going to lecture him as she knew to do at the Institute. Now was not the time for such things. He had something more important to implore. There was never a better time for him to explain to Lady Alyssana his feelings. This he knew (as the reader has already understood of him) for moments too many, “You know too little, Alyssa.”  His shoulders relaxed and dropped as he looked at her longingly.

	Again, he was caught trying to fish for the proper words to tell her. She was standing right there in front of him, giving him her full attention. Nothing he was saying was getting through to her. 

	[color=silver][i]The basics. Start with the basics.

		What was the question, again?[/i][/color] 

		His hand lowered, “I love you, Alyssana, no... Wait.” He shook his head, yet, again, “Allow me to start over.” He cleared his throat to the best of his ability, denying anything could possibly have altered his thinking, “I have an immunity to my own potions. Why would I not? I have a nose sharper than any dogs, and I dare say that if I were to not have a tolerance, I would be intoxicated all the time... Like,” his head turned to Walter momentarily (who had taken only a breath or two during this conversation) but quickly turned back to Lady Alyssana, “Do you understand?” 

	He pressed his feelings together the best he could, hoping she would understand him. He had so much more he wanted to tell her, but as a rule of thumb:

[center][color=teal][i]Let the lady respond, first...[/i][/color][/center]