Eloise
Hmmfing under her breath, as if she might have preferred him to put it aside full of poison, Eloise raised his glass to her lips and drank it all in one long swallow.
As he shot her words back at her, her fingers tensed around the glass. There was little for her to do other than stare at him bitterly and wish her glass was bottomless. Eloise didn't know why he pushed her buttons, why sometimes it was all too easy with him and other times it was like chewing glass.
"Yeah no fucking thanks to you." She growled under her breath. "Only ones who'll touch me these days are the sorts I'd not be caught dead with. Because thanks to all of this—" Eloise waggled her fingers around Jack's cabin and the blissful tryst everyone seemed to think occurred within. "—everyone else thinks of me as just some trap to test their loyalty to you."
So that should at least answer the captain's earlier question of why everything was to do with sex with her, even when it wasn't. To say the illusionist was wound tight was an understatement.
As he shot her words back at her, her fingers tensed around the glass. There was little for her to do other than stare at him bitterly and wish her glass was bottomless. Eloise didn't know why he pushed her buttons, why sometimes it was all too easy with him and other times it was like chewing glass.
"Yeah no fucking thanks to you." She growled under her breath. "Only ones who'll touch me these days are the sorts I'd not be caught dead with. Because thanks to all of this—" Eloise waggled her fingers around Jack's cabin and the blissful tryst everyone seemed to think occurred within. "—everyone else thinks of me as just some trap to test their loyalty to you."
So that should at least answer the captain's earlier question of why everything was to do with sex with her, even when it wasn't. To say the illusionist was wound tight was an understatement.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
