“To what do I owe the pleasure?”
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The grin only slightly diminished with his words and her eyes narrowed. “Are you,” she practically purred with growing amusement, which was a dangerous game to play. “…because you know I can see right through you.” Kira shifted a bit more, setting the pad next to her, and sat upright.
Despite himself, he took a small step back as she sat straighter, an action that, had he a little less control, would have caused him to sigh aloud. He may as well have, though. (Not for the first time, he thanked his intelligence. That much, at least, made him useful, and useful was good.) Despite the nervousness, he still spoke, asking a question that may have been better left unsaid: “What do you see?”
“What do I see?” Kira repeated his words in a sweat, taunting tone that was playfully scary. She stood up and walked over to him, lifting a hand to touch his shoulder. Then as she spoke again, she proceeded to walk slow around him. “...I see a man that isn’t quite...” Kira reached the other shoulder and paused, leaning in so that her lips barely touched his ear. “...at ease. It’s almost like you are...” She moved again to where she was face to face with him. “...hiding something.” Although the smile she gave him was lovely, behind it there was much more. A warning of death.
