[ The words dripping tendresse as if they're already tangled in a down duvet, but not all 'Li's layers are so sweet. There is a sharp bite to that faint smile of his, like bitter fruit. Letting her know that he's aware she was somewhere she wasn't meant to be, and that while he won't condescend to oblique conversational gambits to afford him only hints and clues of what she's up to, they're both too well-trained for the clumsy mess of directness. ]
[ Taking a sip of the thick pink-green juice, he regards her soft-eyed over the rim of his glass, ]
I have a nice place in mind for dinner. I think you'd like their cuisine.
[ It's not a lie. But more to the point, he wants her to feel far away from Amber and whoever else she's bargaining with. A sense of distance, of disconnection, will increase the likelihood that she might talk openly, or at least that she might slip. The place also has to be secure -- neither on the Syndicate's radar or Evening Primrose's. ]
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[ The words dripping tendresse as if they're already tangled in a down duvet, but not all 'Li's layers are so sweet. There is a sharp bite to that faint smile of his, like bitter fruit. Letting her know that he's aware she was somewhere she wasn't meant to be, and that while he won't condescend to oblique conversational gambits to afford him only hints and clues of what she's up to, they're both too well-trained for the clumsy mess of directness. ]
[ Taking a sip of the thick pink-green juice, he regards her soft-eyed over the rim of his glass, ]
I have a nice place in mind for dinner. I think you'd like their cuisine.
[ It's not a lie. But more to the point, he wants her to feel far away from Amber and whoever else she's bargaining with. A sense of distance, of disconnection, will increase the likelihood that she might talk openly, or at least that she might slip. The place also has to be secure -- neither on the Syndicate's radar or Evening Primrose's. ]