It takes conscious effort not to crack a smile—no. Bad Diego. He hasn't earned it. Giving her a scare like that by being all human. That wasn't part of the agreement—he's supposed to be sturdy and indestructible, like that jacket that he made the mistake of wrapping around her shoulders, which he's never getting back. "You do have the comfiest handcuffs in town." It's only half jest. She'd highly overestimated her skills around a lock last time, but it could've been worse—although... Diego? Not the fuzzy handcuffs kind of guy, even when it came to beginners. Her poor little wishbone wrists.
"Bastard... Freddy Krueger can't hold a candle to you, you know?" There's no bite where there should be; she couldn't be more relieved to find him here, really. Cue the sharp click-clacking of heels as her long legs carry her further into the room, fawn eyes skimming past the gun with a quick glance, acknowledging it, unable not to as tension tugs at her collarbones for a split second—and she loathes that momentary weakness that invades her, tries to exorcise it like a ghost from her mind with a quick shake, bullets ricochetting in her head, until it gets silent again. "Let me see..." She cuts through her own reverie, all demanding, walking over to him, only to crouch down on the floor; shrinking herself even smaller now, those gentle, delicate hands grasp his own—rough but not unkind, so many secrets etched into every little line she doesn't know, will probably never know. She searches there, tilting her head, flaxen hair spilling down her shoulder like wheat as she inspects his fingers. "If I don't find any, gonna bite off your finger so you stop lying to me so much..." She's a liar, too, because she won't. He knows she won't. Her lie crumbles the second she looks up at him with those big, shiny brown eyes. "I need to ask you for something very unreasonable... and I need you to say yes, okay?"
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