Maeve
She huffs, cheeks a nice shade of pink now as she glances up at him, "Is that what I am? Your owner? Not your-" Maeve cuts herself off, considering if she should actually say anything, but she powers through it anyway, ignoring the nervousness in her belly. "Your girlfriend or whatever..?" She huffs, wrinkling her nose as she ignores the way waiting for his answer almost makes her feel sick. "Is that what you want? To wear a collar and wait for me in my apartment to get home like a good boy?" Just flirt it away. Be a little bit of a tease. That's the best way to handle the nerves swirling in her gut.
"Or they know something you don't, Locke. Ever consider that?" Maeve shoots back because maybe they really do know something he doesn't. See some kind of hidden label on her forehead that just reads 'not relationship material'. Even if that's what she wants. So much for moving past that feeling. She's deep in it now and hates the way it seems to weigh on her. The way he pats the hand on his arm doesn't really help. It almost feels condescending. Just a way to soothe her so she doesn't feel so bad about herself.
Maeve glances up at him, arching a brow, "If you want to... We could see what all they have to offer." She suggests softly. Not just because she wants to go out with him, but it would be good to see what the other brothel has going on. Maybe she can learn a few things. "A romp, huh?" Does she really want to know? She's not so sure she does, but she's morbidly curious. He's not the only one who can get jealous it seems.
She licks her lips, teeth finding her bottom lip, chewing on it anxiously as he speaks. Maybe he should have. It probably would have been easier. He would have proved the point that everyone seems to be making, though. She's a mistake. She's not supposed to be anything more than just a casual fuck. That's just what she is. "Maybe you should have..." Maeve says softly, looking down at the stones as they walk together.
The laugh distracts her for just a moment and she looks up at him as he tests the name out, "Maybe not, but it's still fun." She muses, wrinkling her nose as they approach the cart. He slips behind her, pressing his lips to her ear and she draws in a breath, "Would that be so bad?" Maeve hums back before she's taking a step forward and ordering some sort of meat on a stick.
"Or they know something you don't, Locke. Ever consider that?" Maeve shoots back because maybe they really do know something he doesn't. See some kind of hidden label on her forehead that just reads 'not relationship material'. Even if that's what she wants. So much for moving past that feeling. She's deep in it now and hates the way it seems to weigh on her. The way he pats the hand on his arm doesn't really help. It almost feels condescending. Just a way to soothe her so she doesn't feel so bad about herself.
Maeve glances up at him, arching a brow, "If you want to... We could see what all they have to offer." She suggests softly. Not just because she wants to go out with him, but it would be good to see what the other brothel has going on. Maybe she can learn a few things. "A romp, huh?" Does she really want to know? She's not so sure she does, but she's morbidly curious. He's not the only one who can get jealous it seems.
She licks her lips, teeth finding her bottom lip, chewing on it anxiously as he speaks. Maybe he should have. It probably would have been easier. He would have proved the point that everyone seems to be making, though. She's a mistake. She's not supposed to be anything more than just a casual fuck. That's just what she is. "Maybe you should have..." Maeve says softly, looking down at the stones as they walk together.
The laugh distracts her for just a moment and she looks up at him as he tests the name out, "Maybe not, but it's still fun." She muses, wrinkling her nose as they approach the cart. He slips behind her, pressing his lips to her ear and she draws in a breath, "Would that be so bad?" Maeve hums back before she's taking a step forward and ordering some sort of meat on a stick.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
