Unexpected Change of Plans
Well look at that... It would seem I'm just about as successful at life now as I was before. They send me to do one thing. One thing that my life depends on I might add. Find Wesley. Well that and mess with his mind a bit. Which I'm thinking shouldn't be that hard. I mean, of course it's not something I'd choose to do. I'm not heartless. And
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I tried to sober my facial expression up a bit, but have to say it was hard to do while I was standing there watching him size himself up. I mean really. It was an amusing little scene, if I've seen one.
He queried as to what the problem was and then took a seat on the table. Apparently someones been picking up his moves from me. Of course, that's not exactly a bad thing.
Gotta nickle?
Again barely resisted a smirk. I mean I've been asked for a lot of things. But a nickle, wasn't one of them. And from a person in his position it was especially entertaining. Men with one tenth his power, would've had their hand up my skirt long before this much time had passed. Maybe I'm losing my touch. We'll have to work on that, as well as the humanizing of my little friend, after we save Wes and the slayer he apparently has in tow. Is it wrong of me to secretly hope I don't have as much luck with the saving of her?
Never mind. The floor is yours.
"Thanks, but I generally prefer a seat." I positioned myself on the table top, next to him, and gave a smile. "Of course, if you'd really read my file you'd have already known that upright isn't my preferred position. Not saying I can't work with it, but over all I do my best work..." I found myself running a hand up a thigh, not fully sure myself it was entirely purposeful or just second nature.
Side-tracking Lilah, side-tracking...
I bit my lip and took a deep breath in an attempt to regain composure.
"You want me to screw with Wes' head; do you not? Well I'd love too. In fact I think we've already established I'd like to mess with a whole lot more than his head. Problem is, he's not home. In fact, don't know how your incompetent peons managed to let it happen, but he's here. Something about breaking in... And well, I'm told he's in dire straits; up the creep without a paddle, heading toward...well you get my point. Here's the thing. And I think you're smart enough to understand this. If some low level scum offs him, or gets him killed while trying to off whoever he's with, we lose the mind games. And isn't the whole point pretty much the mind games? Dead, he's just...dead. "
Leaning over closer to Ram and I lowered my voice and whispered in his ear. "Now, you let me screw with his head, work things to your liking; we're back to one screwed up man who's worthless to the side of good and pining over something evil."
I backed up a bit. After all, have to remember who I was dealing with. He's not really human, at least not fully. He needs his space, for now. So pulling myself ever so slightly more upright, and moving to face him a bit more, I raised my voice a hair, and continued.
"Personally I like those odds better. After all makes him a lot more likely to join our side, and if not hey...I'm still not buying that you don't need a hobby. And trust me, watching someone break? Better than sex. Well, sex as the average person will ever experience it."
After leaving him with a few seconds to ponder that thought I hopped of the desk, taking the appropriate measures to assure that Ram's attention stay focused on me.
"So, you see my point don't you? Here's the part where you speak and say, 'Yes, Ms. Morgan, you're right. Now how can I help you?...'
A smile was now fully formed on my face, and I could feel the tip of my tongue running over my the back of my teeth even as I tucked a stray hair behind my ear.
"Of course If you'd rather say Lilah, or anything else you feel like calling me, have at it. No objections here. Just as long as we're on the same wave length."
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