"Suits me," is a thing he may regret saying seven stairwells from now, but at present he means it.
He'd fallen into step easily enough down at the docks—evidently well used or suited to briskly striding along taller companions (or covering lots of ground to stab someone with longer reach; potayto, potahto). The tenor of his moving alongside her somehow manages to not be hurried or trotting, pace kept easily even as he—ah ha—successfully fishes a silver case from his interior coat pocket.
"Your best friend who is also sleeping with your sworn enemy. Ha," is not so much a laugh as a sympathetic punctuating note, his eyebrows flexing briefly upward. "Complicated. Smoke?"
The silver case is nipped open and tipped amicably in her direction, dark papered cigarillos rowed close inside.
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He'd fallen into step easily enough down at the docks—evidently well used or suited to briskly striding along taller companions (or covering lots of ground to stab someone with longer reach; potayto, potahto). The tenor of his moving alongside her somehow manages to not be hurried or trotting, pace kept easily even as he—ah ha—successfully fishes a silver case from his interior coat pocket.
"Your best friend who is also sleeping with your sworn enemy. Ha," is not so much a laugh as a sympathetic punctuating note, his eyebrows flexing briefly upward. "Complicated. Smoke?"
The silver case is nipped open and tipped amicably in her direction, dark papered cigarillos rowed close inside.