Re: dreamland: becky/crane
Jonathan Crane did not flirt. He did not necessarily engage in conversation beyond what was absolutely necessary. It was just something he wasn't very good at it. So normally, out in the land of the living and the breathing, he would have ended this some time ago out of sheer boredom. But here, something kept him seated, his attention upon her, and as she leaned forward, one brow lifted, waiting for the words that would come.
With her response, he smiled, a crooked little thing that was at odds with the severe angles of his face. "It is a rather common name, isn't it? So that's not wholly surprising. Perhaps you ought to tell me who you were. Before. And maybe we can solve this puzzle." Temptation, laid out, though he was unsure if she would take the bait.