I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
"Sorry, I'm still getting used to this." Maeve laughs softly, a faint flush rising on her cheeks as he kindly points out that she hasn't actually told him what he would be doing. The Nightshade doesn't miss the way his eyes drop to her rather pronounced bump and she has plenty of intention to discuss that, but first... "Truthfully, Harper, I want you out in the streets. Aurelia isn't technically the Arbiter anymore and I need someone who can get a feel of the people. You're good at that. You always have been."
How many times had he picked up on a bad costumer before they even had a chance to do something? How many girls had he swooped in to comfort before they knew that they actually needed the comfort? Too many to count. He was good at it. Amazing at it. Maeve knew that he'd be able to get a read on the citizens of Torchline easily and keep them informed of any unrest that was building.
"That could lead to a position as Arbiter, building a team to keep the peace, or any number of things. I know we aren't focusing on defensive things just yet, but I'm sure we will in the future and we need someone who can tell us from a ground level what our people need. We can't always be out there." Maeve finally finishes, arching a brow as she watches his face, wondering just how that might sit with him. He would do better with an active job. Harper wasn't one to sit on his hands and Maeve felt that this would be the best fit.
How many times had he picked up on a bad costumer before they even had a chance to do something? How many girls had he swooped in to comfort before they knew that they actually needed the comfort? Too many to count. He was good at it. Amazing at it. Maeve knew that he'd be able to get a read on the citizens of Torchline easily and keep them informed of any unrest that was building.
"That could lead to a position as Arbiter, building a team to keep the peace, or any number of things. I know we aren't focusing on defensive things just yet, but I'm sure we will in the future and we need someone who can tell us from a ground level what our people need. We can't always be out there." Maeve finally finishes, arching a brow as she watches his face, wondering just how that might sit with him. He would do better with an active job. Harper wasn't one to sit on his hands and Maeve felt that this would be the best fit.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
