I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
"You can ask, but I can't promise I'll tell. He did say you kept the room nicely, though." Maeve quipped, offering him a smile and a dip of her head. Not that she thought Adam would really care all that much, but she wasn't in the habit of giving out the names of her clients. Whether that was something Bastien found out himself was different, but she wasn't going to be the one letting it loose. "Well, I will owe you for this little project. The offer is open. Unless you'd prefer something else for payment?" She asked, arching a brow as her head cocked to the side curiously, seaglass gaze running over his form almost lazily. The Madame wouldn't take offence if he did pick something else, but it was what most people wanted from her and thus she lead with it.
It was odd. Phoebe wasn't the best fit for the place. While she cared about her workers, she didn't exactly have what it took to really be in the thick of things, but that wasn't her fault. Some people weren't made for it. "I do enjoy it. I've been there since it was established and helped Phoebe out a lot. It just made sense that I should move into the position once she stepped down." As for still seeing clients? Her lips twitched, eyes sparking mischievously, "I have a few clients I still choose to see. Some that have business arrangements with me. That kind of thing."
Maeve wasn't a fan of talking about the war, not liking the way it always made things so heavy, stealing away whatever ease had settled into the room. She sighed, pursing her lips, "Of course I'm worried about the war. I wish it didn't have to be a concern, but that's just the way of things now."
It was odd. Phoebe wasn't the best fit for the place. While she cared about her workers, she didn't exactly have what it took to really be in the thick of things, but that wasn't her fault. Some people weren't made for it. "I do enjoy it. I've been there since it was established and helped Phoebe out a lot. It just made sense that I should move into the position once she stepped down." As for still seeing clients? Her lips twitched, eyes sparking mischievously, "I have a few clients I still choose to see. Some that have business arrangements with me. That kind of thing."
Maeve wasn't a fan of talking about the war, not liking the way it always made things so heavy, stealing away whatever ease had settled into the room. She sighed, pursing her lips, "Of course I'm worried about the war. I wish it didn't have to be a concern, but that's just the way of things now."
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
