Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"And I'm on the top of the list of things to see on getting back? Watkins, I'm touched," Trev placed his hands over his heart, playing as if he was truly touched by her gesture. "Nah," he folded his arms over his chest and looked her up and down. "You know me. The same as ever. A little work, a little play. Always best when it's a little of both." He glanced down the ally nearby he'd been heading for. "Though, I've become a real workaholic these days. You'd either be proud or ashamed. You?"