JAMES
"I mean...not really sure what else you'd be wantin' to know." The thief quipped back with a grin.
Pointing finger guns in her direction as she pointed out the fake name he'd given (nevermind that he wouldn't know about finger guns), James just shrugged. "Well we'd only just met, hadn't'we. Can't just go 'round givin' out me personal information to every broad wot sticks her tongue down my throat." Not that that's how it happened. Their night together had been rather sweet, actually.
'Aye it is. Happy t'give you a reminder of what it is I'm offerin'." He added smartly, as if this really were a proper job interview. "Right sure. Rushin' off to fuck at home when there's a perfectly good brothel right here. Makes sense."
Backing up a step, James raised his hands, framing Phoebe's face with his fingers, then her tits, then her face again. "Somethin's different about you."
Pointing finger guns in her direction as she pointed out the fake name he'd given (
'Aye it is. Happy t'give you a reminder of what it is I'm offerin'." He added smartly, as if this really were a proper job interview. "Right sure. Rushin' off to fuck at home when there's a perfectly good brothel right here. Makes sense."
Backing up a step, James raised his hands, framing Phoebe's face with his fingers, then her tits, then her face again. "Somethin's different about you."
"HOLD THE FUCK UP" I say.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
