Oh ho ho, lovey had a bite!
Rather than being put out by Flora's reaction, George simply grinned down at her. "Impressive," he rumbled. "Teach me to sneak up on you. As a matter of interest, are you expecting to have blood on your floors on the regular?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Thief, he was. Assassin, he was not. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't take care of himself; the various knives hidden on his person were a testament to that fact.
Jack's appearance, similarly, did nothing to dampen the thief's mood. Whatever relationship the man may or may not have with Flora was none of George's concern, particularly since his intentions with Flora were entirely flirtatious and nothing more.
As for boarding up the back, that would be easy, though he had to wonder if Flora had really thought it through. It was always helpful, in George's experience, to have multiple ways to exit an establishment - multiple escape routes, as it were - but it was Flora's bar, so he simply shrugged and gathered a few supplies, disappearing down a back hallway to the broken window he'd used to sneak in. It was easy enough to board it up, though he'd have to warn Flora to get it fixed properly. A few boards weren't going to stop anyone who was truly determined to get in.
Rather than being put out by Flora's reaction, George simply grinned down at her. "Impressive," he rumbled. "Teach me to sneak up on you. As a matter of interest, are you expecting to have blood on your floors on the regular?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Thief, he was. Assassin, he was not. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't take care of himself; the various knives hidden on his person were a testament to that fact.
Jack's appearance, similarly, did nothing to dampen the thief's mood. Whatever relationship the man may or may not have with Flora was none of George's concern, particularly since his intentions with Flora were entirely flirtatious and nothing more.
As for boarding up the back, that would be easy, though he had to wonder if Flora had really thought it through. It was always helpful, in George's experience, to have multiple ways to exit an establishment - multiple escape routes, as it were - but it was Flora's bar, so he simply shrugged and gathered a few supplies, disappearing down a back hallway to the broken window he'd used to sneak in. It was easy enough to board it up, though he'd have to warn Flora to get it fixed properly. A few boards weren't going to stop anyone who was truly determined to get in.
xoxo, George
