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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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[needsnomirror]

[There is hardly a person in the world that would look more misplaced in a back alley somewhere in the shadier parts of town than she does right now. She crosses her arms in front of herself as if that would somehow make her feel more comfortable - she always preferred to meet him in her mansion.]

But I stand corrected, I assume? How so?

[spysinspades]

[He grins at her, and props his feet up on a crate.]

Well, that can't very well owe you if they already paid you, can they?

[needsnomirror]

[Of all the men in the world.]

If they did not pay enough...

[spysinspades]

[A snort at her.]

Always figure price before hand, darling

[needsnomirror]

It was a mistake, alright?

[She lets out a frustrated sigh. The kind he usually gets when he is absolutely right.]

[spysinspades]

[He doesn't even try to hide the smug smile that sigh causes. David does so like to be right.]

So what would you like me to do?

[She must know that, even with her, he would need equal exchange. No debts could exist between them, not and let him retain what little sanity he had.]

[needsnomirror]

Fix it. I don't care how. Do whatever you must.

[She steps closer, stroking his cheek.]

You can have whatever you want in exchange.

[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.]