There is no such thing as a bad idea.
Flora's not necessarily wrong in saying that he's only as valuable as people say he is, but Ace would also argue that only idiots would be willing to assign his worth to something as measly as money. But he's not in the mood to argue semantics when she's giving him that sweetly sharp tone, the kind that makes his grin sharper and his blood hum in anticipation. "Then it's a good thing that my last moments of freedom will be in the presence of a drop-dead-gorgeous woman. I'll have no regrets." He gives a mocking dip of his head, offering a vague flourish of his hand that might have resembled a bow if she wasn't drawing him forward towards the parchment.
Ace leans a little closer to the map than necessary, brushing against her side as he chuckles - a sound dark and full of a dangerous kind of thrill. "My eyes only attract the good kind of trouble, the kind that's best experienced at night." He shoots her a wink then looks down at the place she's indicated on the map, not moving away as he smirks. "I might have remembered seeing something like that. It's not too far off the main path." Although there were traps and confusing symbols to discourage any from accidentally stumbling upon the stash site.
Ace leans a little closer to the map than necessary, brushing against her side as he chuckles - a sound dark and full of a dangerous kind of thrill. "My eyes only attract the good kind of trouble, the kind that's best experienced at night." He shoots her a wink then looks down at the place she's indicated on the map, not moving away as he smirks. "I might have remembered seeing something like that. It's not too far off the main path." Although there were traps and confusing symbols to discourage any from accidentally stumbling upon the stash site.
Only Poorly Executed Awesome Ones.
Ace
