"With enough rope, someone will hang themselves. Just depends on how long we have to wait for their hand to be shown. Most will eventually get arrogant enough to think they're invincible and then we'll have answers."
That questions makes him smile. "Perhaps? I think? Have you?"
"Well," she hums softly, "they don't know who they're dealing with. You are a better player of long games than they could ever dare to expect." Which is, honestly, just the truth as she sees it. She watched him harbor that grudge against Rollins for literal years. She knows it well.
Stupid boy and his stupid smile doing stupid things to her stupid heart. It's rude of him, really. But she can't help the matching one that spreads across her features all the same. "No dinner yet," she admits, tilting her head a little to one side. She could cook something, or they could go downstairs to the tavern.
He snorts at that but it's very nearly a chuckle in all honesty. She isn't wrong, and he is prepared to do what they have to.
"The truth? I am finding I don't entirely hate it here. Not with the chances there are." Not just for himself either. Inej can be whoever she wants here, and Jesper is open about being Grisha as well. "Which means I'll play their game to get me where I want to be because I'm not letting them win."
Not that he ever let anyone else win either.
"Well then. I suppose we'll have to eat because we'll each insist the other should," he teases in his own way. "What would you like?"
"That does sound very like you," she admits with a very serious nod, a smile on her face the whole while. Saints, she could get used to this. Him. Like this.
She tilts her head a little to one side. "Guess you're right," she hums a soft, curious note. "I'm not sure... do you want to just go downstairs, raid whatever Mag's offering on menu tonight?"
He feels personally like an entirely different person. Different because of them knowing the truth, of his relationship with them both, and even that he's gotten to the point physically where he has with them both. There's been so many changes in what feels like such a short time.
That he nods at though. "I like that." He offers his hand to her. "Shall we?"
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That questions makes him smile. "Perhaps? I think? Have you?"
Because that's a mature answer, isn't it?
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Stupid boy and his stupid smile doing stupid things to her stupid heart. It's rude of him, really. But she can't help the matching one that spreads across her features all the same. "No dinner yet," she admits, tilting her head a little to one side. She could cook something, or they could go downstairs to the tavern.
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"The truth? I am finding I don't entirely hate it here. Not with the chances there are." Not just for himself either. Inej can be whoever she wants here, and Jesper is open about being Grisha as well. "Which means I'll play their game to get me where I want to be because I'm not letting them win."
Not that he ever let anyone else win either.
"Well then. I suppose we'll have to eat because we'll each insist the other should," he teases in his own way. "What would you like?"
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She tilts her head a little to one side. "Guess you're right," she hums a soft, curious note. "I'm not sure... do you want to just go downstairs, raid whatever Mag's offering on menu tonight?"
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He feels personally like an entirely different person. Different because of them knowing the truth, of his relationship with them both, and even that he's gotten to the point physically where he has with them both. There's been so many changes in what feels like such a short time.
That he nods at though. "I like that." He offers his hand to her. "Shall we?"