"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."
Of course. Trouble will always find a girl who keeps grenades in her refrigerator. If she doesn't go looking for it herself.
As for bargaining, she leaves that kind of thing up to the Machine. It used to be Finch, but she's calling the shots, now. It's not quite god-mode, but more open than before.
"Chaos?" She quirks her brow at that, as it's said in a way that's supposed to mean something. "Is that some kind of secret hacker codeword?"
Alright. Finch obviously hasn't told her much, if anything. Merlin doesn't want to be the one to make that decision. And Finch probably wouldn't thank him for it if he did.
He shrugs. "No, just that it'll be chaotic, you know, the kind of stuff that you wouldn't believe exists."
He takes a moment, just smoking and scratching the underside of his chin, trying to find a way out of this situation that doesn't require him to break the murky code of camaraderie that they have in place here.
"So, you don't have any way to contact him?" Just making sure here.
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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."
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As for bargaining, she leaves that kind of thing up to the Machine. It used to be Finch, but she's calling the shots, now. It's not quite god-mode, but more open than before.
"Chaos?" She quirks her brow at that, as it's said in a way that's supposed to mean something. "Is that some kind of secret hacker codeword?"
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He shrugs. "No, just that it'll be chaotic, you know, the kind of stuff that you wouldn't believe exists."
He takes a moment, just smoking and scratching the underside of his chin, trying to find a way out of this situation that doesn't require him to break the murky code of camaraderie that they have in place here.
"So, you don't have any way to contact him?" Just making sure here.