"Do you?" Merlin quirks his brows at her while he pockets the cigarettes. The smoke doesn't do much for an Amberite. Not everyone likes the taste of it, though.
And she might still not know what she's dealing with here. Has Finch told her?
His grin is a little wild when she claims he's crap at sweet-talk. She isn't wrong. "You could say that. I believe in mutual gain. Bargaining has always been more comfortable for me."
He taps the ashes from the burning tip of the cigarette to the coffee cup. Might as well not be rude and soil the floors.
"The kind that grenade launcher won't help with, I'm afraid. But I admit the idea that you have one kind of turns me on. Let's try this conversational gamble: It's going to be Chaos."
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And she might still not know what she's dealing with here. Has Finch told her?
His grin is a little wild when she claims he's crap at sweet-talk. She isn't wrong. "You could say that. I believe in mutual gain. Bargaining has always been more comfortable for me."
He taps the ashes from the burning tip of the cigarette to the coffee cup. Might as well not be rude and soil the floors.
"The kind that grenade launcher won't help with, I'm afraid. But I admit the idea that you have one kind of turns me on. Let's try this conversational gamble: It's going to be Chaos."