no subject

[Surely, she had heard him correctly; this was pretty much par for the course when dealing with him. Hell, the fact that he kept it even this tame was a wonder to himself, but phrases like this were no different than saying hello or asking about the weather. Sure, there was hope in there, intent there always would be hidden among the syllables, but he’d not be put off because of a little thing like “manners” and “respect”.]

I mean, if begging is your thing, we can jump right to that. I don’t mind.

[And how sly his smile was, all egotistical smirk and big brown eyes. So much for being subtle.]