"Well, Sebastian thinks his creepy parlor tricks are pretty handy -- I've told him if he ever tries it on me he'd better keep it up for the rest of our lives because I'll rip his throat out when he lets me go."
And then she just listens. "It's an idea, I guess..."
And then he seems to make an assumption that's dead wrong. And Viveca's face just lights up. Julian has no idea how secure seeing him make a mistake makes her feel.
Or maybe he does, who knows.
"Heh. Just the most minimal, dumbed-down, obvious stuff about your wanting in," she says with utter sincerity. "A few accurate but vaguely stupid comments about business. I'm not his dog, either. But he won't be expecting me to say much, when he asks..." And the frown's there again. "Since he'll figure my eyes glazed over the moment I walked into the room with you, so I can't be expected to know much."
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