[ a quick exhale, and he presses his lips to her temple, charmed at her subtle rejection—the fear is ever-present, he knows it well, knows she would leave if ever she got the chance and kill him herself if she had any means to, without immediate and remarkably painful repercussions. silva had never commented on her restraint, but he knows she knows—knows she knows that he relishes reaction, response. it's all in the provocation, all in the catalyst. always has been, even for an ex-agent. cause, effect. it's all linked, all important.
he stands up straight, offering a hand. ]
No, not as much as you. [ the small, private smile softens it, but the jab is obvious—a promise, and a threat. another snap of the fingers and her bodyguards move to accompany them, silva's own entourage slipping ahead in order to check around corners. ] Come, you must be exhausted.
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he stands up straight, offering a hand. ]
No, not as much as you. [ the small, private smile softens it, but the jab is obvious—a promise, and a threat. another snap of the fingers and her bodyguards move to accompany them, silva's own entourage slipping ahead in order to check around corners. ] Come, you must be exhausted.