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The harpies are gone, and if you are not Rosella, and you are not out of the Warehouse by midnight, I will personally incinerate your belongings.

And I don't particuarly feel inclined to clean up after you, so if you leave a mess, I will not be pleased.

No mess.

No.

Mess.

Now.

~~No mess.~~

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[She slips her case back into her purse]

That's because it's a cheap watch.

Yup. [And this almost seems to please him. He screws the back on and checks it.] Birthday present.

Oh.

Does someone hate you?

[It's said so genuinely; she's not being sarcastic]

Someone's on a waitresses wage. This cost a fair amount of it.

[He's amiable in the reply, quite aware he's not blazing a fashion trail. It's fastened onto his wrist again, adjusted with more care than it needs. The thousand dollar classic it replaced lives in his sock drawer right now.]

Of course. The girlfriend.

[She stands up]

Is she well?

As well as anyone else is. [He thinks about this a minute as he stands, too.] Better than some. How about you? I haven't had time to keep tabs on anyone I wasn't being paid to for a while.

Rosella stole one of my cars and filled the warehouse with people.

But I am fine.

Rosella didn't steal one of your cars. [Not that he's been keeping up at all, but it sounds impossible.] Did she?

Yes, she did.

[Matter of factly]

The Jaguar.

She stole it. [He has to repeat this because it still doesn't make much sense. Turning his head, he quirks an eyebrow in her direction.] Was somebody in trouble?

She claims that she needed to pick up friends.

I did teach her to drive it for emergencies.

[She turns to look at him]

Did you teach her not to ask when she needed it for an emergency?

Did she bring the car back?

Yes.

Undamaged?

I need to make repairs to the gears.

[Apparently Rosella still has some trouble with shifting]

Then she needs a few more lessons.

I trust you'll let me know before you move my car.

I'll ask before I move it. [And he smiles, dropping his voice as he looks back to the path ahead, so this may or may not be audible.] I think you'd eat me alive, otherwise.

[She looks at him and her lips quirk up]

I might.

You must be terrifying in a temper. [It's teasing, now, his shoulder bumping hers.]

[She nudges closer]

I don't particularly lose my temper.

Yes you do. People have two kinds of temper. Most of them flare up hot. People who say they don't lose their temper tend to be the ones who go cold.

And you think I would eat you if I did?

I'm sure if you ask the men I've done that to, most of them will claim to have enjoyed it.

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