Really. She likes getting that sort of response- surprise, astonishment, you can't be serious, as if she's not quite of this earth.
(Modesty is, as ever, not her strong point).
"Really," she says, voice deadly serious though her eyebrows imply that she's playing a game. "I'm a cynic." A wry glance at her wine. "Especially when I'm drunk." She's not- just hazy enough and tired enough to wax lyrical, but she barely needs an excuse. "But you've said it yourself. It's what everyone in this city fears. You can't sell an antidote to that. And if you did, you wouldn't need a pitch- or you wouldn't need to be quite so good at it." She gives him a smile. "Not that you overacted. It was all very subtle and tempting and clever. I almost said yes, which is why I decided to say no. No one who performs like that has a product that requires that level of performance."
Something had definitely hit, in other words- but she's suspicious even of her own thought processes, watching how she thinks as closely as she watches other people.
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(Modesty is, as ever, not her strong point).
"Really," she says, voice deadly serious though her eyebrows imply that she's playing a game. "I'm a cynic." A wry glance at her wine. "Especially when I'm drunk." She's not- just hazy enough and tired enough to wax lyrical, but she barely needs an excuse. "But you've said it yourself. It's what everyone in this city fears. You can't sell an antidote to that. And if you did, you wouldn't need a pitch- or you wouldn't need to be quite so good at it." She gives him a smile. "Not that you overacted. It was all very subtle and tempting and clever. I almost said yes, which is why I decided to say no. No one who performs like that has a product that requires that level of performance."
Something had definitely hit, in other words- but she's suspicious even of her own thought processes, watching how she thinks as closely as she watches other people.