Give The Devil His Due

Abi-brand started following you

“Agent Abigail Brand, of SWORD.” she said. “I’ve heard of you. From Fury.” she said. “You’re shorter than I thought you’d be.”

Matt arched an eyebrow, his smile wide. " I'm 6'1". That's hardly minute."

“Youre right. Awfully unprofessional.” She said, moving back. “I should take uou out for a drink or something.”

Matt smirked,  ”Now that is something else entirely. Drinks after work, I can do. Meet me back here later, we can talk more about you dodging of legal matters and such over food and drink.”

“I’d like that.” she said, standing back up. “Do you have a first name, Murdock?” she asked him with a grin. 

He was grinned as he straightened his tie. " Matthew. But, Matt works out just fine. And I assume I can call you Alyce?" 

Devil on the Doorstep Antoinette| Matt

Her eyes widened while she blinked rapidly, she was right? “Really?” She gaped and then picked at her chain again. “Wow…uhm…how did she die? No, don’t be sorry. She had to coming to her for a long time.” Antoinette said quickly with a shrug of her shoulders. “Ah, yes, please.” She said sitting down and waited.

“It’s all here in the paperwork. Um….” he moved his cane delicately from side to side, as if he were walking on rice paper in the rain. ” Couch?” he asked of her, his case pressed against the arm rest of it. 

“Right.” Antoinette watched him and opened her mouth and stood up again to direct him to the couch. “You’re close.” She said tugging at his arm gently to help him find his seat better. “Can I get you something?”

Matt usually would have protested such direct contact, but he wasn't going to grip. He sat down and folded up his cane. "Water, if it's not too much trouble?" he asked, making sure nothing would get knocked over before putting his briefcase on the coffee table and opening it.

"Youre right. Awfully unprofessional." She said, moving back. "I should take uou out for a drink or something."

Matt smirked,  "Now that is something else entirely. Drinks after work, I can do. Meet me back here later, we can talk more about you dodging of legal matters and such over food and drink."

"Well, to be fair it started out as one." She said. "Its not my fault that you're gorgeous." She laughed a little little chuckle at his words. "Or maybe its just you that is causing the intense sexual reaction, and not just one piece of you."

Matt smirked, " Well, I don't mix business with pleasure. And this is most definitely pleasure." Matt put his glasses on his head, his eyes sightless as they bore into her. He wasn't say no, per-say, he was saying not on his desk.

Alyce’s foot stopped rocking the car seat, her attentions focused on the man in front of her now. “So you like getting bruises, then?” She purred back.

Matt smirked again, the devilish thing playing upon his lips like a secret upon the ear. ” I’m more than incline to believe you like giving them.” he whispered, hand moving to push his glasses up.

“I do… I really really do.” she said in a quiet voice.” she said. “Is it true that people who have lost one sense make up for it in their other ones?” she asked. No one where she came from would stand for that sort of defect. GeneCo could replace your eyes, ears, nose, bits of brain, anything to make you whole. Perfect. Fashionable. Her fingers slid up his neck to the side of his cheek. 

Matt chuckled, " Oh, well, yes."  He swallowed deeply, keenly aware of how close she was and the pressure of her body against his. " This... this is more than a legal consultation, isn't it, Ms. Elim-Dean? And my guess is that you've probably never seen a proud blind man before? Not by your intense, sexual reaction." 

Alyce's foot stopped rocking the car seat, her attentions focused on the man in front of her now. "So you like getting bruises, then?" She purred back.

Matt smirked again, the devilish thing playing upon his lips like a secret upon the ear. " I'm more than incline to believe you like giving them." he whispered, hand moving to push his glasses up.

” Unless you’re speaking of marriage or civil union, there is no formal contract for BDSM. I think it’s usually a personal matter, and some choose to draw up their own contracts. You could try that, but it might not hold too well in a court of law.”...

Matt's skin prickled at the suggestion of heat against his adams apple. " So I'm told. I've not been caught yet myself. And I tend to rack up a score of bruises." His glasses shifted down his nose just then, the nature of his eyes more than apparent to the observant. 

Devil on the Doorstep Antoinette| Matt

” Actually, yes.” Matt said, shocked. ” The money was the positive aspect. But, as for your mother’s death, I am sorry.” He knelt down and opened his briefcase. He pulled out some paperwork and then took to standing again. ” If you want to go over this, I’d be more than happy to.”

Her eyes widened while she blinked rapidly, she was right? “Really?” She gaped and then picked at her chain again. “Wow…uhm…how did she die? No, don’t be sorry. She had to coming to her for a long time.” Antoinette said quickly with a shrug of her shoulders. “Ah, yes, please.” She said sitting down and waited.

"It's all here in the paperwork. Um...." he moved his cane delicately from side to side, as if he were walking on rice paper in the rain. " Couch?" he asked of her, his case pressed against the arm rest of it. 

repoalyce started following you

” Unless you’re speaking of marriage or civil union, there is no formal contract for BDSM. I think it’s usually a personal matter, and some choose to draw up their own contracts. You could try that, but it might not hold too well in a court of law.” Matt drew his eyebrows in, biting his lip unconsciously as he thought, ” Why not just call it off between you two? If she still wants to be with you despite her boyfriend, it can’t be a long lasting relationship.”

“Because I’m a selfish cunt and I like the noises she makes. And she has a very hard time saying no to people when they give her cute little begging faces.” Alyce said, watching his lip more carefully than she meant to, catching herself and suddenly glad that he wasn’t able to catch her watching.

Matt smirked then, most likely adding to her private pleasure. He did have a the handsome features of a rouge and the personality to match. " I fairly certain other people make satisfying noises. You should find someone who won't cause you to worry about charges to your name. Someone who can cover their 'battle scars' with suit collars or pantyhose."