Sounds like being a government lackey is busier work than the 'biter makes it look. That, or Raz is a harder worker, which wouldn't surprise you one bit. "Whaddabout our fine new neighborhood 'stablishment?" you ask with a waggle of your brows. "Surely the Liason'd be more'n welcome in the Halenani. Hell, more'n one's our people cuts a paycheck there," you miss, thinking of James.
It's probably a poor time for this given her lack of lays, but you figure this is one piece of personal rumor you'd rather deliver before anyone else does. Trying desperately not to look sheepish (and failing somewhere spectacularly), you look down at your glass. "There is... Someone. I've been spendin' some time with. Ain't anythin', but..."
You take a sip of your drink, shrugging and struggling valiantly not to blush like a schoolboy. So far you haven't mentioned your whatever you're doing with Vai to a soul, because to mention it is to make it real and you're terrified of real things. Real things can be taken from you, and you don't like the person you are without them. Raza knows that all too well.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
