as wonderful as you are at gathering me info, they were in / good / with some of our rivals.
[ pinching the bridge of her nose, before she sighs, and relaxes. ]
you'd better hope you can pry the same shit they could've gotten from their mouths, mister.
mhmmm. our only choice now is letting you loose on them -- which isn't preferable. i'm certain having those two mingle with them would've been / far / more effective.
[ she reaches up again, and squeezes his cheek. ]
pain in my ass, you know.
( He inhales deeply, steadying himself before donning his usual, perfectly practiced smile.
So calm and unfazed. He hardly considers those eliminations as a grave mistake. )
Luck 's unnecessary. There's no such thing as a chore I can't handle.
they were in good with a pretty with a pain in my ass -- something / you / won't be able to do because everyone hates us, darling.
[ gentle tap to his cheek as she finally gets up. ]
so, good luck doing better than that.
You kept glazing 'em like there was no tomorrow, and for what? Passable work?
( His smile returns, but the displeasure in his eyes makes it look more menacing than welcoming. )
I can do so much better than that and more. I did you a favor, sweetheart.
no, i do. you know i do. what i / don't / enjoy is that you're such a big crybaby sometimes. i lost two of my best men last week because of you. two ! both on the same day, too !
Please. As if you don't enjoy being that much of a bully.
( Mole tilts his head the other way, and his smile grows wider.
He finds it amusing that she thinks she's the one who pulls all the reins here. )
[ she almost trips over her own feet, though quickly recovers, rolling her eyes. ]
unfortunately i'm well aware of your temperament. you've gone in huffs over far less.
[ hands in position, following the dance. ]
quite a pain, you know.
yes, yes, or you'll wander off forever.
[ a roll of her eyes, and she finally comes closer to him, hand on his shoulder. ]
tell me, are you really getting that bitter over a / little / teasing ?
( Mole twists his body just enough so he's able to look at her without moving from where he's standing.
His eyes narrow, and the smile on his face softens into something sweet...
Completely out of place. Unnatural. )
Careful what you ask for.
( That does nothing to wipe the smile off his face. He turns around, casually turning his claws this way and that to 'inspect' them. )
You wouldn't want me any other way, I know, I know.