Deacon doesn't sound sarcastic; he humoured her about poetry once, sort of, so while she may not tally up to his exact species and specifications, she's inhuman enough for it not to matter (and never mind the bangin' dress). Understated would be a better word for it, bringing the neck of the beer bottle up to sip from before he adds, "God knows we could do with prettying this neighbourhood up."
He shifts, then, to face her, an arm folded against the bar, loosely mirroring. "Are we thinking it was someone who sold you out, or did you just get caught?"
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Deacon doesn't sound sarcastic; he humoured her about poetry once, sort of, so while she may not tally up to his exact species and specifications, she's inhuman enough for it not to matter (and never mind the bangin' dress). Understated would be a better word for it, bringing the neck of the beer bottle up to sip from before he adds, "God knows we could do with prettying this neighbourhood up."
He shifts, then, to face her, an arm folded against the bar, loosely mirroring. "Are we thinking it was someone who sold you out, or did you just get caught?"