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Cordelia Chase takes crap from no one. (thisismyofframp) wrote in colligo_threads,

Okay. Clearly the guy wasn't one who talked a lot. Of course, Cordelia was used to that sort of thing. It wasn't like Angel was exactly known for his conversation skills. Or Wes, or even Gunn, for that matter. In fact, now that she thought about it, the guys she hung around back home really were the strong, silent types. Of course, Fred talked enough for all of them combined and then some and Cordelia freely admitted that she, personally, was more than capable of spouting off at the mouth a lot too.

Which really was beside the point right now. Right now, the topic wasn't how much or little Daryl spoke but rather whether or not he was interested in the crossbow she was offering. He hadn't said no, so that was a good sign, but he hadn't really said yes either. Stifling a frustrated sigh at having to all but demand an answer from the guy, Cordelia worked in biting back her snappish response that would have probably summed up in one nice little sarcastic comment both his inability to speak very much as well as his unwillingness to accept a free weapon, and instead focused on trying to not be quite as petty, vindictive, and downright snarky as she was typically capable of acting.

"I saved his life," she said. "Twice, actually. From a couple of vampires that were trying to make a midnight snack out of him, then from a truck that almost ran him over when he was trying to get away from the vamps." There wasn't any bravado to her words and she certainly wasn't trying to impress. Her tone made it clear she was simply stating a fact. Truth be told, it hadn't been one of her better nights. Yes, she'd saved the guy's life, but the woman she'd had a vision about had wound up dead because she'd been so busy saving the guy's life. A fact that only proved to Cordelia, yet again, that she really needed the Powers That Be to tell her who her Champion was supposed to be in Colligo so she could delegate these responsibilities out properly.

"Anyway," she added after a second, more than wanting to get away from the dead demons that littered the alley, "do you want a crossbow or not? Because if so, I'm heading there now. You're welcome to come with." And if he turned her down, well, as far as she was concerned, that was his loss. At least she'd tried.