* head / ass !

Despite her words being the naturally expected rebuttal to his own, Javier feels the SINCERITY in them through the softness of her voice and the small smile on her lips. Of course he knew that she didn’t DESPISE him — Caroline Crane seemed to be filled with nothing but kindness and selfless deeds — but sitting here in her office, partaking in a conversation that didn’t feel at all curt or forced, Javier felt ... WELCOMED. It’s a shocking feeling, nice but unfamiliar to him and it almost makes him uncomfortable how comfortable it feels. So he chooses to give up in their little argument of sorts, staying silent and ignoring her words. Chewing on his lower lip, he taps a finger uneasily on the edge of her desk, nail digging in the shallow grooves in the wood. Javier looks up at her, head tilted and he matches the small HINT of a smile she wears, ❝ I suppose it is, isn’t it? Maybe it’ll do us both some good to listen to it ... ❞ It’s a soft suggestion, hardly meant for either of them to take SERIOUSLY, though they very much should.

A brow quirks when she takes the seat opposite of him and self-consciously, Javier gives a brief glance around the club, hoping no one he knows will be here to WITNESS this — he doesn’t want people to make an assumption of what’s going on here. Just the thought embarrasses him, making him feel even more pathetic than he already does. So he pulls AWAY slightly, leaning back in his seat and dragging his legs away from hers underneath the table. An attempt at maintaining a respectable distance from the way too young girl sitting across from him. She shouldn’t be here. None of them should be, including himself. He avoids her gaze as she speaks, trying to seem INDIFFERENT to her presence but his brows furrow suddenly at her questions. ❝ Big Bad? ❞ Javier repeats, confused. He finally looks up at her, a questioning look on his face and he shakes his head. ❝ No, that’d be ED you’re thinking of. I’m not — ❞ Javier shakes his head again. He’s not the Big Bad, or at least he hopes he’s not. He tries not think about his REPUTATION in this part of his world. ❝ I um, I own the Inn in town. ❞ Green orbs are drawn away once again in his discomfort, focusing instead on the drink he holds in his hand.