This wasn't normally her thing. It felt too close to playing clever word games and not only was that not something she enjoyed, but it also wasn't something she was particularly skilled at. Maybe when she was drunk. Or with a person she trusted, so the outcome would be comfortable and safe even if she messed up somewhere along the way.
But it almost felt necessary. The way Rasmus had slumped in the chair. The way he hid here. A dozen walls and masks between each one. She didn't understand it, but it put her on edge and made her feel like she couldn't be direct either.
Jayati didn't say that she had already lived long enough to see consequences. Nor did she lift her lips in a snarl to say that it sounded dangerously close to a threat, because both those things were irrational. "Hmm. Maybe you'll get lucky and fall in a blaze of glory before you get the chance." The fiery passion bit definitely felt like a barb, and if it was she was rising to the bait beautifully. If it wasn't meant to be - well, she was what she was, at the end of the day, wasn't she?
It didn't surprise her that he rose with her, she wouldn't have trusted her either. Her hands straightened her jacket, more out of habit than necessity, "You're lucky you've survived this long then, must be your charm." She tsked, dryly, even as she nodded in agreement. You end up on my shitlist somehow, and you'll know.
Idly, she couldn't help but doubt he was as dull to his surrounds as he implied. It took an awareness to hide, some skill, even if it was one she didn't respect as much as most. "Enjoy the rest of that." Jayati nodded towards the bottle before pivoting smoothly towards the edge of the roof, leaving her back to him. In a move that said there was a bare minimum of respect that he wouldn't attack her in such an underhanded way - and if he did, she could still handle it.