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"They can," he told her firmly, "and they will. That's why I'm warning you."
He nodded slowly. "Tomorrow works." *** "Yeah, I'm done now."
No! But happy birthday! Now Bait
His eyes narrowed as he went silent. He took a small breath, as if trying to compose his already perfect posture. "They are going to put you back...
He huffed playfully. "Fine.." *** "Lies."
He was watching her with a cold expression. "Please just do as I ask."
"Like what?" he asked curiously. *** "Shush. No I'm not."
Basel entered, his expression stony and cold. "Anya. Please come with me."
He put on his coat, squinting. "Really..?" *** "I do," she agreed, watching him adoringly. "And you're really cute."
He started out, his hands behind his back.
He put his shirt back on and offered her his coat. "Was it supposed to be like a metaphor or something?" *** She laughed. "What can I say? I...
He gave a nod, standing up. "Very well. Meeting adjourned?"
He nodded, grabbing his shirt and coat before starting back to the car. *** "Mm," she started teasingly. "Not too much."
Basel didn't say anything for a moment, frowning. "Can we keep her awake a little longer? I'd like to get a sample of her blood."
He grinned. "Huh. We did." *** She laughed, watching him. "Of course."
"Well do we just leave her, then? To float in space for another 50 years?"
He blinked at her, his eyes gentle. "You are?" *** She looked back at him before taking his hand. "I'm kidding, Ben. I can look past the...
"Well.. Why don't we just return her without ransom? They can't arrest us just for finding her."
He took it, standing straight as he shivered. "That.. was not ideal.." *** She turned her head stubbornly. "I don't know if you want to hear...
He frowned, looking thoughtful. "Do you suggest we put her back to sleep?"
