DAMIA & CIAN -- WATER STREET: 11:00am.
"Oh," he said, "I don't know. Plenty of corpses around, animated and not. Rats aren't too discriminating about their meals." He shook his head, told her, "Stick to cockroaches. Probably more hygienic at this point, sad to say."
And that would probably be the end of that.
"So, if you're not slumming, what brings you to my part of town?" He cocked a brow at her, added, "Don't tell me you missed me." The answer almost certainly would be no. That was a done deal, and she had gone on her way without making a fucking mess of everything, which he could appreciate. Had to respect a woman who didn't take men too seriously. Had to wonder how much she'd ever wanted you in the first place, too, but no harm done, in the end. It wasn't like he'd been attached himself.