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[spysinspades]

[He leaned his chin on one hand, lounging against the dirty wall of the alley like a king on a gilt throne.]

You'd think that, wouldn't you?

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[spysinspades]

['Whatever he wanted' was a nice offer, but it wasn't solid enough for him to accept, yet.]

How much is it worth, my dear?

[Because 'whatever he wanted' would need to be of equal value.]

I will fix it for you, but how much is it worth.

[needsnomirror]

[Well, she has gotten herself in a kind of precarious situation, since when she thinks 'anything' she usually does not mean it quite as literally as this time.]

You still won't work for money, will you?

[spysinspades]

[He withdrew slightly, leaning further back into the wall, resting his head against the brick.]

No money. And I won't come back to the house.

[it's said like an argument they've had too many times to count, where both sides were so scripted they could have it without speaking.]

[needsnomirror]

Why? [It isn't even said as a real question at this point.] I could give you anything you want.

[spysinspades]

[Information was usually his favorite in trade - the easiest way to make further exchanges with others.

But... this information would be just for him.]

...The children. You have to tell me about the girl.

[Eileen.

It wasn't shame that kept him away. At least... his didn't think so. David was a very accomplished liar, however.]