Re: [The Mean Eyed Cat: Jack + Cat]
It was a good thing that Jack wasn't looking to be nannied, because Cat wasn't nannying. So, it was all good, and she finished her martini with a pleased press of lips, and then she fished the olives out and sucked them dry before consuming them. "It's nice to have what you need, especially when it's what you want," she countered. Oh, she'd had plenty of need that ended up being terrible, and she'd had plenty of good that she hadn't wanted. When it all ended up slotting into place like that last puzzle piece at the end of a particularly challenging puzzle? Well, that was perfect. Not that Cat had ever put a puzzle together in her life; she didn't have the patience.
She looked down at herself. "From where I'm standing? I'm over a decade younger than you." And she was. She wasn't, and she was, and she shook her head and let brown hair tumble. "I meant physical age. After all, the rest doesn't matter, not when it comes to aging. Aging and the fear of it? Death and losing your looks? It's all about the number of wrinkles on your skin, and it's not about what's inside at all." As for compliments and her preferences? She just took her martini glass over to the sink and washed it as he talked about finishing out in style.
"My daughter? She'll be back." Cat didn't know Jack and Helena had been talking. Would she have minded? No, as long as Jack didn't so much as think of selling her daughter out to a demon for his own ambition. If that happened? Well, Jack would be losing his balls and everything else. Slowly. Painfully. Very, very painfully.She grinned about compliments. "A statement."
She chuckled as she returned to take his glass, and she rinsed it as well and then set both upside-down and to dry. "I'm not labeling. Labels are dull, and I've decided against them. You can think I'm whatever you want to think, but don't expect me to care very much."