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When their hands made contact, something akin to a spark shot through his palm. Not like, a full blown ‘oh god, my hand’s on fire!’ kinda spark. More like a ‘yeah, that’s not what static feels like’ kinda spark. It was different. Distinct. Significant.
Ezekiel pulled his hand back and shook it out. Then, he looked at her. “You, uhh, you’re supposed to be my…” he trailed off. Flirting with a lady was one thing. Calling her something demeaning was another. With a grimace, he tried, “My partner?”
“That is a better way to put it, I think.” A servant... she’d rather he didn’t call him that. Far too close to what people had tried to make her, even if this was a more positive reason. A relief indeed, that he hadn’t been obtuse about this entire situation, even if he’d initially come across as such.
“Laura Kinney, at your service.“ Bowing didn’t really seem appropriate - it was probably safer to not be obvious. After all, if she qualified as a Heroic spirit, wouldn’t that mean almost anyone could? “So... what should we do?”















