Pucker up!
You'll Have To Take My Word For It: 9, Cheek Kiss
"Now, now. Ms. Adler. I'm not even one of your clientele. No need to get so handsy so quickly," Khan intoned, smirking at the woman as he rubbed the circulation back into his wrists. That she had managed to convince his jailer to release his bonds was only a show of just how convincing he could be. And he knew precisely how she was going to respond.
"Well, you may not be, but your friend was. And wouldn't you know, I just happened to know what he likes," she said, sparing his bloodied, but already healing wrists with a tut. "Now that's just sloppy. All that damage for nothing. I could have done much better."
"Save me your sales pitch, Ms. Adler," he said, though it was through a smile as he snatched back his coat from the locker that contained the rest of his impounded items. "We both know that I can't afford you."
At that, the dark haired woman chuckled. "That you can't, but you do owe me," she said with a dry drone in her voice as she ran a hand down his back. It was perhaps a touch he wouldn't have allowed if he weren't well aware that he did owe her, and that she was the type to collect on debts. "But I know the world hates you more than I do, so I won't get much from a man like you. But I wouldn't mind practice. I've never had an Augment before, and I want to see just how far your reputation extends."
"We'll see," Khan replied stiffly, and he was grateful when her hands withdrew. "Just don't get carried away. We still have to get out of the country first."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that."
"Let me guess, you know a man with a private charter company. And you know just what he likes."
"Something like that."
