<img style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/OHyHtms.png]"Many things."
She repeated the words to herself more so than she did for her company's sake. They were breathed, airy and barely audible under the electric hum of the paneled halogen fixtures above where they sat. That soft light they enjoyed buzzed so even in silence, their meeting was plagued by static. Kae would notice this more than Ventus may have, but she was accustomed to the ambient noises interwoven in her work environment. The woman's head swiveled at times in idle motion, her vision trailing over mannerisms she was witness to until she had listened to the message Ventus was trying to convey, which received a small nod. His possessiveness wasn't lost on the Synthetic, but her will was far from taxed by vague claims of ownership. Hints at intention were not fact; merely speculative. She was a woman inevitably knowledgeable from information gleaned from pedestrian sources who slipped in and out of the Veil.
Men like Ventus were not as uncommon as he may have hoped.
"Well, Mr. Astartes, how am I to respond?" This was a trick question, much as his latter questions had been carefully set traps left in hopes of enticing the Synthetic. Kae's smile was an almost mischievous taunt; a smirk to set the mood, or to simply override any hidden fears she may have been harboring. If nothing else, Kae was excellent at hiding her emotions when the need arose. In present company, this seemed almost expected of the coral crowned femme. "To your questions, I'm admittedly curious. What if you could? What does that entail?" Kae humored the inquiries with her own, trickling forth a string of thoughts most wouldn't bother hearing from an individual composed primarily of artificial parts.
"You're offering me something. At what cost?" Kae swept the rearmost section of the bar with clear sky blue orbs before she continued with, "Better, you say. What if I enjoy my life as it is?" This earned a chime of laughter, an almost saccharine sweet sound that had an otherworldly quality to it. "Isn't it presumptuous to walk into a bar and assume one of the employees isn't happy working there?" Finishing this train of thought, Kae reached for the mine she had brought, and unwrapped the candy with a shrug of slender shoulders.
"Why do you ask, Mr. Astartes?" Popping the mint into her mouth, the Synthetic mused between subtle sucks, "I'm thinking you're a collector. You're practically oozing money. Your suit is worth more than I make in a week... So, am I right? Are you trying to add a new addition to your collection?" Kae let her features ease back to a softer state of neutrality as her tongue worked behind closed lips. "I'm not for sale. My contract was fulfilled, Mr. Astartes." With her legs shifting beneath the table, the woman peered at the emptied shot glass to redirect her suspicions from Ventus.
"So, I'll ask again in hope you wish to answer me. What business do you have with me?"
She repeated the words to herself more so than she did for her company's sake. They were breathed, airy and barely audible under the electric hum of the paneled halogen fixtures above where they sat. That soft light they enjoyed buzzed so even in silence, their meeting was plagued by static. Kae would notice this more than Ventus may have, but she was accustomed to the ambient noises interwoven in her work environment. The woman's head swiveled at times in idle motion, her vision trailing over mannerisms she was witness to until she had listened to the message Ventus was trying to convey, which received a small nod. His possessiveness wasn't lost on the Synthetic, but her will was far from taxed by vague claims of ownership. Hints at intention were not fact; merely speculative. She was a woman inevitably knowledgeable from information gleaned from pedestrian sources who slipped in and out of the Veil.
Men like Ventus were not as uncommon as he may have hoped.
"Well, Mr. Astartes, how am I to respond?" This was a trick question, much as his latter questions had been carefully set traps left in hopes of enticing the Synthetic. Kae's smile was an almost mischievous taunt; a smirk to set the mood, or to simply override any hidden fears she may have been harboring. If nothing else, Kae was excellent at hiding her emotions when the need arose. In present company, this seemed almost expected of the coral crowned femme. "To your questions, I'm admittedly curious. What if you could? What does that entail?" Kae humored the inquiries with her own, trickling forth a string of thoughts most wouldn't bother hearing from an individual composed primarily of artificial parts.
"You're offering me something. At what cost?" Kae swept the rearmost section of the bar with clear sky blue orbs before she continued with, "Better, you say. What if I enjoy my life as it is?" This earned a chime of laughter, an almost saccharine sweet sound that had an otherworldly quality to it. "Isn't it presumptuous to walk into a bar and assume one of the employees isn't happy working there?" Finishing this train of thought, Kae reached for the mine she had brought, and unwrapped the candy with a shrug of slender shoulders.
"Why do you ask, Mr. Astartes?" Popping the mint into her mouth, the Synthetic mused between subtle sucks, "I'm thinking you're a collector. You're practically oozing money. Your suit is worth more than I make in a week... So, am I right? Are you trying to add a new addition to your collection?" Kae let her features ease back to a softer state of neutrality as her tongue worked behind closed lips. "I'm not for sale. My contract was fulfilled, Mr. Astartes." With her legs shifting beneath the table, the woman peered at the emptied shot glass to redirect her suspicions from Ventus.
"So, I'll ask again in hope you wish to answer me. What business do you have with me?"
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