[ She feels so familiar. So familiar. His eyes don't close behind the cowl, though they want to. There's a brief pause, and very dryly, ]
Go on, butter me up.
[ The file is just waiting to be sent to her phone. He's not really going to introduce too many hoops, allies who have foreknowledge of his methods and preferences have been more of a help than a hindrance. He obeys necessity. ]
[ — and he likes her already, but good luck getting that out of him. ]
no subject
Go on, butter me up.
[ The file is just waiting to be sent to her phone. He's not really going to introduce too many hoops, allies who have foreknowledge of his methods and preferences have been more of a help than a hindrance. He obeys necessity. ]
[ — and he likes her already, but good luck getting that out of him. ]