[ it's not like he is getting off on making the young woman feel uncomfortable. he just knows that is the best way to make someone vulnerable. the person becomes more pliable, and the truth begins to spill out. imagine his disappointment (or relief, depending on how you look at it) to find that her stance doesn't sway. she defends herself adamantly under pressure, and doesn't resort to physical violence like the other woman he had pursued for information.
does that make him back off? not yet. he's almost chest-to-chest with her at this point, and if anyone walked in, they would surely think things were going in an entirely different direction. his breath is hot on her as he tries to keep his emotions in check, obviously still riled up over everything that has occurred. at least they were doing this after Diva's body has been taken care of. ]
I don't want to think that. Like I said, I want someone that I can trust. Remember that whole thing about faith? [ they had a conversation about that before, during their game of pool. ] It's running out reeeal fucking fast at this rate. You can imagine why. ―And that's the problem. I'm getting the idea that you're the exact opposite of stupid.
[ and he could use some brains, but only if it's for the greater good. whoever is running this entire operation obviously has brains as well. there's no way they would have gotten everyone bunched together and made their heads cloudy otherwise.
her threats become much more vocal and he's eventually realizing that she doesn't plan on backing down. she won't submit, to beg for him to back off. but she declines to hit him as well. as she looks away and gives her last warning, Elizabeth may be shocked to feel the door behind her shake. that's a balled up fist hitting the spot above her, almost tempting to knock it off the damn hinges. again. at least she will be relieved that he pulls away, turning around and returning to the sink. ]
I know my boundaries, miss. Would never do anything without reason. You haven't given me one. For now.
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[ it's not like he is getting off on making the young woman feel uncomfortable. he just knows that is the best way to make someone vulnerable. the person becomes more pliable, and the truth begins to spill out. imagine his disappointment (or relief, depending on how you look at it) to find that her stance doesn't sway. she defends herself adamantly under pressure, and doesn't resort to physical violence like the other woman he had pursued for information.
does that make him back off? not yet. he's almost chest-to-chest with her at this point, and if anyone walked in, they would surely think things were going in an entirely different direction. his breath is hot on her as he tries to keep his emotions in check, obviously still riled up over everything that has occurred. at least they were doing this after Diva's body has been taken care of. ]
I don't want to think that. Like I said, I want someone that I can trust. Remember that whole thing about faith? [ they had a conversation about that before, during their game of pool. ] It's running out reeeal fucking fast at this rate. You can imagine why. ―And that's the problem. I'm getting the idea that you're the exact opposite of stupid.
[ and he could use some brains, but only if it's for the greater good. whoever is running this entire operation obviously has brains as well. there's no way they would have gotten everyone bunched together and made their heads cloudy otherwise.
her threats become much more vocal and he's eventually realizing that she doesn't plan on backing down. she won't submit, to beg for him to back off. but she declines to hit him as well. as she looks away and gives her last warning, Elizabeth may be shocked to feel the door behind her shake. that's a balled up fist hitting the spot above her, almost tempting to knock it off the damn hinges. again. at least she will be relieved that he pulls away, turning around and returning to the sink. ]
I know my boundaries, miss. Would never do anything without reason. You haven't given me one. For now.