Lydia didn't much like to waste time. She liked drugs, men, and modeling -- there was nothing secretive about her. She merely arched her brow when he leaned against the wall and insulted Fenrir.
"No, I suppose you haven't. I also can't say that I care much about your opinion, Mr. Wilkes." She glanced up to see Fenrir approaching the table again, looking distinctly grouchy. The woman nodded to the approaching figure.
"And I would suppose this means you're leaving. Do us both a favor and don't leave anything silly behind like a toe or a finger, if you please."
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