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The compliment makes her face relax into a more pleasant expression and a smile to grace her lips, “I always make good points.” But then her gaze is sharp, head tilted back to give him a pointed look, “There is more to him than most realize, he is more than just shallow. Both of them are someone I’m thankful to know. That’s me, chéri.” Another smile, a little less friendly, however, her body language is lax, “What can you do me for, hm? What are you good for?”
“What he’s told you versus what he’s told me seem to be two very different things here. Not that I mind it much. Let the lil bro do what he wants, I don’t fuckin’ control him. Nor do I pretend to. I just pay some of his bills.” He shrugs, laughing it off with ease. He does notice the shift in her expressions, though it doesn’t put him off in the slightest. Que sera, sera and all that. “I’m plenty good for weapons, ammunition and the occasional drug sale. Pick your poison, I can get you a swift deal. Since you’re someone my lil bro seems to quite like, I can get you higher quality at a discount. Not sure what else you’d really want out of me, but you’re free to ask if you want some other shit and I’ll tell you if I can get it or not.”
