"Moi?" He glanced back at her over his shoulder, after hanging up the clothes, then turned to face her with a smile. "Was killin' people. F' money. 'Das wha' I do. M' uh mercenary." Don't believe him, Tonks. No one else ever did. He was all smiles, he was friendly, he was charming, and he was lazy. Always sprawled around his place like a fucking house cat, expecting to be left alone, then pet, fed, taken care of.. he expected it all. And was always a bit put off when he didn't get it. There was no way he killed people for a living.
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