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Clint is not Legolas (imnotlegolas) wrote in zfuturelogs,

Clint didn't flinch when he was slammed against the wall. Really, what was it with vampires slamming him into walls? She had done it during their first meeting then a month or however long it had been later the vampire sheriff, Eric, had done it when Clint had been seeking his protection. He felt her tracing the scars on his neck. That area had always been sensitive since the scars had been made and he growled faintly at her.

He watched her return to the table. "I understand but let's say I decide to ignore your summoning me like a dog. Let's say after I leave here the three of us flee far from this place. What would you do?" Not that they would. There were people here that needed help. That needed to be freed.

But there was no challenge in his voice, merely curiosity. After all, she had no guarantee that he'd come back if she called.