[ Lorca's hand wraps around his glass, anchored. He drinks in the sight of her reflected in the mirror behind the bar before alleviating her of his diluted attention. He casts lazily about the other patrons as she muses over her surrender. What terrible terms she must be anticipating. He does love to surprise her. ]
Well, I learned from the best. [ Logic's how she always managed to get her way with him, threatening to strip bare his fixation on her with acute, dispassionate calculation. ]
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Well, I learned from the best. [ Logic's how she always managed to get her way with him, threatening to strip bare his fixation on her with acute, dispassionate calculation. ]