Agent Song is definitely a handsome man. Sharp, defined features which could cut glass, a voice deep enough to send chills down anyone’s spine but to think that he owns such an innocent mind is almost odd but refreshing all the same. As much as he tries to keep his cool with her, the demoness’ unpredictability seemed to throw the suave man off and to see him recollect himself was always amusing. Maybe that’s why she had missed his presence. For the eye candy but for his behaviour as well. “If I tell you that I could help you … would you come and see me more often?”
Obviously, she’s teasing him but the demoness wouldn’t be surprised that there would be some sort of link to her own organisation or certain events transpired with her own influence. There won’t be an obvious link or connection to her, but there’s always a dotted line to her. But he doesn’t need to know that … maybe. She’s more curious on what goes about in that mind of his, what does it take for her or anyone to break that moral compass of his. Sure, maybe the force needs more people like him - someone who’s uptight, calculated, honest. It would definitely take a whole lot to corrupt the man but it was a challenge the demoness was willing to take on.
“If not girlfriend then maybe … boyfriend?” she gave a smile, lowering her foot from his leg as she leaned her palms back against his table, keeping her eyes on him. Maybe that’s the reason why he’s not crawling all over her like most men would ( which is a pity because she would love to have him worship her ). “Work that could be done the following day and the day after. You can’t solve everything in a day and especially by yourself.”
The offer sang like a church choir to the agent, though still he heard a hint of the devil conducting the show. His brows were both lifted by curiosity and almost immediate acceptance, though the man had to restrain himself. Informants were tricky business, part of a practice he rarely utilized or even believed in to begin with. Anastasia’s attractiveness easily put her out above the rest, otherwise folk foul with the scent of alcohol and bodily fluids staining their unwashed clothes littered the clean building. But if he wasn’t to taken on the intelligence services’ main broker, the woman before him still had to make it worth his while. “If,” he began sternly, his voice the closest he’d come to ever tempt taming the woman, “If your aid proves consequential to any of my cases or those of which the national intelligence service can greatly benefit from... then I would be glad to work with you.”
Byungho snatched a pen from the organizer on his desk and removed a neatly kept notepad from the drawer on his left. Incapable of distinguishing whether she actually had anything to offer at that point, he remained focused on his work and he’d show it. Should his neglected superior appear at any moment, the agent would have something to show for all the disrespect, even if unintentional. “Shall we begin then? If necessary, we can go somewhere more private.” The office was plagued by lingering eyes and ears, result of all the investigators accumulated in one room.
The boyfriend question - now that was vexed matter which rarely followed inquiries into his personal life. But it still wasn’t his first. “Rest assured, gender is not part of the equation. Romance would have to be a hobby of mine to find opportunity in my life. And it is not,” he shrugged and dated the paper before him along with the time. Ultimately he figured having a boyfriend might be easier, something more inclined to be hidden and therefore not requiring as much attention. Even so, he survived quite well without either. “I appreciate your perspective, really. But the world doesn’t stop for me, so I have to keep up, no?” The agent tossed in a small wink, less playful and more provoking.
