[ Her body-language may speak hedgingly, but her eyes are still so damn frank. Even if she doesn't mean them to be. Hei can read the dismay there, the hasty calculations, the tumbleweed schemes. So far all the data he's gathered has arrowed toward the obvious: her defection. The jury is in, at least where the Syndicate is concerned, and the evidence is piling up. Yet her transparency bothers him, at some level. Not because it's come to this deadly dance of prevarication and prodding. He can deal with that -- they both are professionals, and business is business. But what bothers him is how ... out of her depth she still seems. Like she doesn't understand her life is on the line. Like she can't comprehend she's leapt from the lion's den into the snakepit. ]
[ Are you so naive? Hei thinks, then realizes the question is double-edged. Korra plays the brash ingenue often and well -- but that's no reason to be lulled and gulled by the big-eyed facade. She's a killer, and so is he. She's betrayed the Syndicate and his objective is clear: Eliminate. ]
[ Spycraft spreads its fingers from that well-trained box inside his brain, clamping down on any other unnecessary impulse. His self-control is like cold iron, and the set of his shoulders is relaxed, his smile indulgent. ]
You'll forget the curry once you have their black seaweed stew. [ Or any of the other traditional Haida dishes they serve, among the delicious multitude of international cuisines. Draining his glass, he sets it aside, before reaching out to curl his hand around hers -- a gentle imperative. ] Give it a try.
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[ Are you so naive? Hei thinks, then realizes the question is double-edged. Korra plays the brash ingenue often and well -- but that's no reason to be lulled and gulled by the big-eyed facade. She's a killer, and so is he. She's betrayed the Syndicate and his objective is clear: Eliminate. ]
[ Spycraft spreads its fingers from that well-trained box inside his brain, clamping down on any other unnecessary impulse. His self-control is like cold iron, and the set of his shoulders is relaxed, his smile indulgent. ]
You'll forget the curry once you have their black seaweed stew. [ Or any of the other traditional Haida dishes they serve, among the delicious multitude of international cuisines. Draining his glass, he sets it aside, before reaching out to curl his hand around hers -- a gentle imperative. ] Give it a try.