finestfenwick:
Deranged
“My ego is a lot harder to bruise than that.” He says easily, meaning it. “I’ve learned to be intimidated by women for the right reasons, say, knife throwing.”
“How’ve you been? Scalp anyone lately?”
“If I had, wouldn’t it be against my better interests to tell you, a man of the law?”
She drops the facade a touch though and shrugs. “I’m fine, I suppose. Perhaps the only problem is that I haven’t scalped anyone--a joke, Fenwick,” she cuts in when Benjy’s eyes go wide in clear warning. “I’m just, I don’t know restless? I feel like I could be doing more than going on patrol every other night and cleaning out owl dung.”
Just a year ago, she was doing far more than that, but Benjy didn’t want to hear about that and she felt like a bloody whinger carrying on about it. She didn’t have to come back, after all. That was her choice.
“It’s-” she takes a deep breath and tries to smile. “It is what is though, right? What’s up with you?”
