I could corrupt you in a heart beat

Mundane family members? Business? Just what do you do and what are you talking about?

I manage the Dirty Martini Jazz Club. And isn't one of the perks of the holidays to consume drastic amounts of alcohol? Like I said: more business for me.

Must be.

Of course you do. [He grins in fond memory of something before turning to leave]

Rude. I’m trying over here, ok? I’m trying. 

Your radar in picking up sarcasm must be off today.

Do you have wings?

That's enough questioning for one day. This isn't Trivial Pursuit.

It's the easiest place to get away with murder. All those dark alleys and lack of decent lighting is so helpful.

Sometimes I really miss New York.

Fallen..Lucifer, Wicked…

You ever seen a Southern Belle punch out a grown man? Because lemme tell you, I haven’t yet. Automatically counts me out, you however represent the name Birdbrain perfectly.

I've made a huge mistake.

In your dreams, Birdbrain. Concern is cool, but there’s that teeny tiny fine line between treating me like a friend and acting like I’m an invalid. You actually were an invalid so there’s my reason, but I ain’t broken or sick. Nothin’ wrong with me. It’s fine, we can just move right along there.

If that's the case, then I suggest you stop with the weird pet names, Miss Southern Belle.

Only as strong as the thing that kills me. And I’m still kickin’.

Did I miss the memo that entailed information on how friends interact? I assumed being concerned for the other's welfare was part of the package. Much like you were in wanting to resume healing me. Unless that was just an excuse to keep touching me.

And how wicked are you?

Think back to your first clue and add it all up, Laurel. You're getting there.