Re: Quicklog, Mean-Eyed Cat: F. Eames/Steve M
[Eames didn't mind the chuckle at all. Getting a laugh for the peculiarities of the British jargon - all right, darling, not a laugh, but amusement - was entirely why he'd said it.] I suppose it is, darling. Not somewhere you ever want to be if you can avoid it.
[Eames leaned into the question as confidently and comfortably as breathing. His smile was an echo, but only if an echo was mellow pleasure in the instigation.]
This certainly counts as a pleasure, darling, I thought I was going to be drinking on my tod. A lawyer? What sort, white collar crimes or defending against injustice? [It was provocative, but Eames couldn't help that.] Brooklyn. I've never been. [It was truthful.]