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[chrisisofaith]

[He nods but watches her a moment.]

I do. I’ll keep it in mind.

[There’s a small pause and he reaches for one of the snack foods she’d laid out, though he only takes a small bite.]

There might be something you can answer me that would lend to the…issue. If you’ll entertain me a moment more.

[chuffle]

Shoot.

[She says it as she takes a drink, extending her legs out long.]

[chrisisofaith]

In the interest of being candid: I was warned you told someone you’re used to getting what you want. Whatever that might be.

When you approached me, I got the distinct impression you were after something. You told me gratitude…but the feeling’s not gone. So, I’ll ask once and then leave it from there: is there something specific you want of me? People don’t tend to do what you’re doing from nothing.

[Not without having slept with them.]

[chuffle]

[She pauses, and looks over at him, and bursts into laughter.]

I mean.

Yes, I am used to getting what I want. Whatever that might be. You were warned.

[That gives her another moment, another laugh. She reaches down, and grips her own feet.]

I like you, Chris. I don't know how that's shocking. Even if you weren't someone Jon loved, even if you weren't important to someone I care about, I would have liked you. I know I'm a lawyer, but I'm not a sociopath. Even the ruthless among us want to have their friends be happy.

[chrisisofaith]

[He watches her a moment and then looks back out to the waves.]

Because I'm not the easiest person to be around, Daphne. You've just got me next to Jon and I look angelic. That and I'm crap at friends, always have been, so forgive if that's not my first thought to what someone's after.

Besides, the merchant class in my home is far worse than the lawyers, so your esteem is safe enough with me.

[He huffs a small sigh and runs his hand back through his hair.]

Do you want help taking this stuff back to your place?

[chuffle]

You're not that bad.

[She says it and leans over, and presses a kiss to his temple.]

Sure. I'll forgive you a dunk.