Re: log: flower delivery - ella g/mason j
No question about it, he appreciated her lack of respect. It made him smile at her. "No, darlin. We do not."
It was true or a good bluff to say that Mason's calm and warmth made the potential for his wrath that much more terrifying. Those who didn't feel the need to display their power regularly had the confidence to know they didn't need to. Or they didn't have any real power at all. He leaned on the former assumption until too many began believing the latter, and then he reminded them how wrong, how wrong they were. "It's stuck to me a good long time," he agreed.
What an innocent protest. "You can be a little hard on 'im," he said, amused. "It's good to get a shock, off and on." He noted her information about the newsman. He had never heard of Jack Penhaligon, and while he couldn't be expected to know every name in existence, he ought to know the names of done deals in a place he was visiting. That didn't augur well for whoever did that deal.
She spun around like a top at the end of its spin. "I have. Given enough time, I think I might even teach her the meaning of that relationship. How ungenerous it is."
He reached up and touched her on the collarbone, squarely in the center, where her ribs would start to bulge if those secrets grew too large. "Well, if you ever feel one trying to get out, you bring it to me." He flashed a smile. "Seal of the confession. It'll be just between us."