Winced when she yanked her robe off, tossing clothes on in a hurry. Nothing worse then seeing the goodies right in front of you and not getting a sample. "Good. Ugly wanker. And he stinks, think he's spent a bit too much time down in the pit, he smells like sodding roadkill thats about to burst at the seams."
Looked around the room as she finished buttoning up, trying to avoid any more looks that wouldn't do me any good. Least we hadn't had time to spread our things out, no worries about leaving behind the camera or a book. "Kill me? Shame for him I'm already dead isn't it. He wants you back but he thinks your my property. Any idea why he'd have that idea?"
Wait, hold back? Sod me sideways. "We had a row and ended up mashing up most of the tables in a pub." Didn't like the idea of this being the first stage of some spell to force my hand. Gave her a squeeze and took the bag from her. "Then let's get you away. He's not getting you back." Pushed a bit of hair out of her eyes and smiled. Should of known better then to take her to a place called Sin City.