Aeon rolled her eyes, with as much good nature as she could, and smiled slightly. "Eight, huh? You're worse than me."
Did people like them not get childhoods at all, anymore? Jesus.
She smiled at Aeon. "Are you interested?" It was full of not-subtle double entendre, because, she was sure, that's exactly where Dean's mind had gone. "Or were you raised to think the men made the bullets and the women did the contract killing, like me?"