( lucky enough for her, sam's already managed to work out the little, ah, secret behind the mask-removing bullshit, so it's with an easy yet appraising look that he glances anne's way, not at all perturbed by the fact that she sounds like she could slam his face into the bar counter at any moment. it's almost amusing, but it would be rude to laugh at a lady's troubles when he's clearly in a position to help.
he gestures to the bartender with his glass of quickly disappearing gin in a motion that says another, and one for the lady, then turns to face anne fully, a slow smile pulling at his mouth. )
Well, I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
( which is probably not the answer she was looking for, but there's no fun in playing your hand from the start is there? )
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he gestures to the bartender with his glass of quickly disappearing gin in a motion that says another, and one for the lady, then turns to face anne fully, a slow smile pulling at his mouth. )
Well, I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
( which is probably not the answer she was looking for, but there's no fun in playing your hand from the start is there? )