Blade regarded her for several moments, his expression, as usual, unreadable behind his sunglasses. Then he quirked a bit of a smile. "Nicest Unseelie I've ever met. Prettiest, too. Just don't advertise it around here. Better safe than sorry, but I'm betting not many people here have too much experience with fae. I'm also betting that if they have, it hasn't been good."
He tilted his head to the side after taking another thoughtful bite of his steak. "But you aren't that person now. You're just an M, finding out if she can hunt vampires. And if you can do that, you're good in my books."
"Old people learn new languages when they most, of this I'm certain. And you've never had a solid reason to flirt before." She grins at him with a hint of lascivious light in her eyes. She really should resist temptation, but it's just not her nature. "And then, maybe you really will be fucked."
It's just enough to let him have the time to move her stainless silverware away. Protective, which was about as surprising as nothing at all. He spent his whole life keeping people he probably didn't have enough time to connect with safe. She was probably one of the few people he'd talk to regularly, and he knew she was interested in him. Protective only made sense. It also meant that he was paying close enough attention to the quirks in her eating habits.
"I have a feeling those words, fae and unseelie, are loaded. They don't mean very much to me. The others, though. Those are good, and so I am M- and you will see what that means with what I still am."
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Date: 2012-08-19 02:32 am (UTC)He tilted his head to the side after taking another thoughtful bite of his steak. "But you aren't that person now. You're just an M, finding out if she can hunt vampires. And if you can do that, you're good in my books."
"Old people learn new languages when they most, of this I'm certain. And you've never had a solid reason to flirt before." She grins at him with a hint of lascivious light in her eyes. She really should resist temptation, but it's just not her nature. "And then, maybe you really will be fucked."
It's just enough to let him have the time to move her stainless silverware away. Protective, which was about as surprising as nothing at all. He spent his whole life keeping people he probably didn't have enough time to connect with safe. She was probably one of the few people he'd talk to regularly, and he knew she was interested in him. Protective only made sense. It also meant that he was paying close enough attention to the quirks in her eating habits.
"I have a feeling those words, fae and unseelie, are loaded. They don't mean very much to me. The others, though. Those are good, and so I am M- and you will see what that means with what I still am."