i'm not a saint

She grins wryly. “A little,” if only because the only things suited to Halo are either covered in thick layers of fat and fur or just can’t feel the cold at all. Or those who have grown up there, and even then - they need the fur’s help. Slipping in to the seat across from Sunjata, the Wraith doesn’t have to wait long to find out why the man wanted to meet privately, late at night, in an empty bar. There are only two things that happen this time of night, and Wessex would have been incredibly surprised (like, blown away levels of surprised) if he had wanted to fuck her. So that leaves the other option. Secret, not-so-kosher things. Allowing a brow to rise as she listens, Wessex’s hands fold in her lap and she crosses her legs, reclining a bit. “I wasn’t aware you had a guild. Do tell.” First things first. She can’t negotiate on behalf of her people if she doesn’t know who they’re getting into bed with. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here