Jiao did notice the way that Ianto's look changed, smiled to herself about it; she had always liked to wind people up. Not too far, not enough it became a problem, but enough that she could laugh about it later.
"Hhhmm. Do you ever give people awful curses? Necklaces with ghosts, dresses that make you ugly, that kind of thing?" She wondered out loud. She could think of some people she'd like to give those kinds of things to.
He promised to be able to sell his work, but wanted something in return. Well of course, he was a dealer in every sense. Jiao made a show of thinking about it, tapping a finger to her chin as she tied a knot one-handed, a skill she'd learnt many sewing projects ago. "How about...we work out a way to split the profits, or whatever it is you get...? What do people even give you?"
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
