It was a downright monumental act of will for Bishop to keep from laughing when Emilie started talking about a soulmate. He wasn’t one of those people who bought into shit like that, just wasn’t in his make up. To him the world was made up of a lot of people and you could end up with any one of ‘em, didn’t mean your soul was tied to theirs or anything. Her words answered Rodeo’s inquiry though, confirmed she’d be missed if something were to happen to her. Junkies with connections could be a liability, who’s to say this soulmate wouldn’t go interfering with their business?
“And none of them are foolish enough to go thinkin’ they could win ‘em, either.” Bishop tacks on, a quirk of his mouth showing his amusement at the sheer idea of a bitch trying to win a Dog’s heart. All amusement slides from his features when the bag of bright green crystals are dangling in front of Emilie like the red cap of a matador in front of a bull. The Hellhounds own version of cheese placed on a mouse trap, if you will. A test that will make or break this business deal. His keen focus is zeroed in on Emilie now, documenting every muscle twitch and breathe of air she takes into her body. Rodeo’s asked his question, placed the temptation and now they simply had to wait to see if she was the sort of junkie they could deal with or not.