He actually thinks on that one a moment, swirling the wine in her glass. Well, shit, he doubts they're going to be content with that forever. They've been escalating since day one, it seems inevitable that one of them is going to end up horribly mutilated sooner or later. What's it going to be like in a year or two, fins in mailboxes? Nonfatal disemboweling?
"Yeah," he says instead, closing his eyes and shrugging. "I am, anyhow. No fuckin' clue what he's thinkin'."
Which is true to some extent. That piece said, he twirls his now drained glass between thumb and forefinger, eyebrows raised.
"So I'm guessin' from how you look like you're liable to bounce the fuck outta here that you don't want to see the wideo."
Which isn't meant as predatory as it might sound, and isn't said that way - it's just something he's noticed in her reaction, and in her comportment. He may have zero empathy for all her discomfort here, but he's not going to ruin a decent night if she's not into hardcore torture of someone she knows. That would be rude!
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"Yeah," he says instead, closing his eyes and shrugging. "I am, anyhow. No fuckin' clue what he's thinkin'."
Which is true to some extent. That piece said, he twirls his now drained glass between thumb and forefinger, eyebrows raised.
"So I'm guessin' from how you look like you're liable to bounce the fuck outta here that you don't want to see the wideo."
Which isn't meant as predatory as it might sound, and isn't said that way - it's just something he's noticed in her reaction, and in her comportment. He may have zero empathy for all her discomfort here, but he's not going to ruin a decent night if she's not into hardcore torture of someone she knows. That would be rude!