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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

[He looks over at her, and-- clever girl. Lifting her hand in his, he raises his eybrows.]

Bit big on you, aren't they. You've got tiny little hands.

[plundering]

[Now she's smiling, just a tad smug.]

I think they look good on me.

[devoutish]

This one belonged to my great-grandfather. Father's side.

[He ghosts a thumb over the metal ring.]

It doesn't count when I'm asleep.

[plundering]

[She laughs, twirling the ring around her thumb.]

It counts. You can't move the goalposts now.

[devoutish]

If you had asked last night, I would've said the same.

[plundering]

I don't believe you.

[devoutish]

I have to be conscious.

[He slips a finger under the bracelet, but doesn't take it off her wrist.]

An obvious rule, yeah.

[plundering]

Tell me the other rules, then.

[devoutish]

I'll be reasonable. That's the only one.

[plundering]

You still don't think I can do it?

[devoutish]

I would like to see you try it.

[plundering]

Do I get anything if I manage it?

[She's stubborn and confident. She's completely certain she can do it.]

[devoutish]

My admiration.

[plundering]

[Fiona toys with the bracelet absently, still smiling.]

I've already got that.

[devoutish]

More of it, then. And a bit more brown sugar.

[plundering]

Mm. You can sweeten the deal more than that.

[devoutish]

All right, what do you want from me?

[plundering]

What are you willing to give me?

[devoutish]

I already told you. Now, try to convince me to give you more.

[plundering]

What is this, a test? Checking out my bandit skills?

[devoutish]

If you don't want anything from me, that's fine. Yeah, that's all right.

[plundering]

[Her eyebrows go up, and she slips the ring off, tapping it against his lips.]

Give me your robe. I get cold at night.

[devoutish]

Fuck off. Absolutely not.

[plundering]

If you're so sure I can't steal anything from you, you should have no problem putting it up.

[devoutish]

I'm, oh - eighty-five percent sure.