"Well. You know me. I'm a little fuzzy when I'm at work. I forget important things, and you have to remind me." He teased as he leaned on her pointing out other things on the papers. What they ment, and how it fucked Deacon. "Yeah, well you just have to stomache it for a short ammount of time. Then I'll treat you to something so, very much special. Get you to forget all about him, and focus on me, and your new act of criminal activities. Which is fucking sexy, and hot as hell." He reminded her.
"Well. Remember me. I'm an ex-con artist. I'm not that bad of a guy. I just hope there isn't any other light that we're missing. I hate being wrong." He kissed her neck at the base of her jawline. "Though, I'm with you till the end."