[He can, and will ignore her sudden sentimentality. The familiarity of their interaction was enough for him--it was the ground work before a job, the scent of thrill and fight on the horizon, the promise of some kind of adventure. Injured though he was, he wanted nothing more than to rally his own people together and get to work on the Fountain's foundations in the tunnels. But--time. Discretion.
He needed to be a little patient with this one.]
You don't need to take a leaf from my book, Goldie. You're starting to show me what's in yours.
[Action] April 25th
He needed to be a little patient with this one.]
You don't need to take a leaf from my book, Goldie. You're starting to show me what's in yours.