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Iris James 秋 Zoë Washburne (someslink) wrote in thereincarnates,

She did appreciate it, actually. Truth be told, there was nothing she liked more than a guy who so very clearly wasn't trying to be smooth. He wasn't exactly stumbling over his words, she imagined that someone who did that wouldn't be very effective in PR, but it was still the sort of roundabout compliment that was completely unique to men like him. Iris blamed Zoë for her weakness for men who were allergic to sleazy pick-up-lines and smooth talk, who were much more likely to awkwardly compliment the size of her head than the shape of her ass.

Bishop might not be Wash, or be exactly like Wash in all of her husband's more outwardly eccentric qualities, but it was that same endearing quality so unique to that kind of man in particular that immediately drew Iris to him more than anything else would have. Call her weird, but she preferred them sincere over smooth. Iris wasn't exactly the kind of woman that needed to be talked up, flattery was nice but she didn't really see the use in it, after a certain point. There was only so much you could do with words, especially when they were more of the shallow variety and lacking in any real substance.

He was still more or less a mystery to her at the moment, but Iris could already tell that Bishop was a man who was full of substance, not full of shit. He could have taken what she'd said and immediately turned it into a physical compliment, maybe even a thinly veiled come-on. Not his style, clearly, and admittedly that just made Iris twice as interested than she had been before. Not that she was any more like to judge a book solely by its cover, but
it was always nice to see when she wasn't just dealing with a pretty face. Bishop seemed to be a lot more than that.

“That right?” Iris was playing with him now, curious to see what he'd do next. She made no secret of the fact that she was sizing him up while they stood there, a uniquely appreciative look on her face. Not just because she liked what she saw (though she did, obviously, he was way more handsome than he had any right to be while also not seeming to be a complete scumbag), but because of his answer. It wasn't an easy job, impressing someone like Iris, but he'd managed to do it in less than five minutes while also winning her respect. A coy smile played on her lips as she leaned in an inch, like they were exchanging state secrets. “Maybe you should start taking a poll with the others, and get back to me. I'll wait.”