Re: Diner: Michael/Janis
Janis thought about danger differently than most people. There weren't too many things that could destroy her entirely; so few, in fact, that she could name them all individually, like a collector and their baseball cards. She wasn't afraid of Michael.
Okay, that wasn't quite true. Michael, Atticus and their little group could assemble again like the goddamned A-Team she liked to call them, and send her ass back to Hell, which was a horrifying proposition way out of their ken.
Individually, though. She didn't fear him. Or his little mind game and funny magic quirks. She suspected an errant person out on the family tree, like the people running around who could make herbs do things herbs didn't usually do--like curse you. Something like that wouldn't hurt or hold her for long, so she was more... intrigued, that was the word, intrigued rather than bothered.
Unless he did it on purpose. And then she'd have to take action, on principle, because she didn't like being manipulated very much. Maybe if she was in a better frame of mind (or wearing a different face) that wouldn't be the case. Janis could be ruthless, it just never came up that often.
"I just told you what I wanted to tell you. Trying is not involved." She pushed her plate away and in one movement slid out of the booth, dusting off her muddy coat that had dried into dusty. She left him with the bill. "Thank you for breakfast. A charming first date, I think."