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“Yes. A natural blonde also. Though I am unsure if this makes a difference.” She laughed. She was not being serious though her hand did raise to curl strands of her hair around her finger. “Great! I am sure he will be very pleased to hear this. Is there a time that would be best for you that I can tell him?” She grinned. “I am thinking shirtless is a favorite type of most people Sir.” She included herself in this as she had displayed in her gaze when she had arrived. “I am thinking asshole is not such a common want but I am able to ask him if that is his type if you wish me to?” She laughed again. She was only joking.
Cat rolled her eyes. “It is just a broken leg. Everybody is treating me as though this means my head is in danger of falling off and I am certain it is not. I am still capable of completing tasks it shall just take me some more time to get there. I have fallen over many more times when drunk than I have on these.” She indicated the crutches.
Perhaps there was a point being missed here, but that wasn’t anything he cared enough to correct. Instead, information about her hair color seemed to go in one ear, and right back out the other. He did have the common decency to nod though, feigning understanding or interest until they rounded back to the business. The mention of shirtless business ventures was enough to rouse a laugh from the hollows of his chest, shaking his head just a little bit to try and get rid of the notion before words would follow the gesture. “You let me know just what his type is, and then I’ll decide which part is most important.” Suggested, offering a wink that was soon paired with the perfect grin - just as crooked as he was.
“It might be just a broken leg, but broken is meant to be healed, so forgive me for being old fashioned.” He leaned forward, almost dramatically, faking a bowing gesture before standing straight again. “But feel free to hobble your independence right back out the door, then, I solemnly swear to not try and hold it open for you.”
“I shall tell him to tell you his type himself when he calls to arrange your meeting. I am sure the two of you shall work all things out from there.” She laughed at the bow. Then she rolled her eyes to the comment. She used her crutches to reach the door and opened it without any trouble and then easily closed it behind her as she left.














