I don’t prescribe to the good boy soldier stereotype.
That went without saying, all things considered. She tossed the bit of chocolate into her mouth and chewed it quietly as she watched him take a seat to join her. “Considered playing by the rules so that’s not an issue?” Even though she knew that ‘playing by the rules’ wasn’t a guarantee for anything; Raven didn’t know anyone more prone to follow the letter of the law than Dove, and she wasn’t doing much better with a very similar problem.
“Doesn’t always hurt to play the game if it gets you what you want.” Being manipulative or underhanded wasn’t a huge stretch for her, especially if she could argue how the ends had justified the means. And Raven was nothing if good at making her case persuasively in a debate. “Even if—,” she eyed him with a somewhat knowing look, “You have to swallow your pride a little in the process.”