Complicated? I don’t see how? { `pressing on the subject more even if the other head made it so that he didn’t want to continue.}
— { `pointing to the pout on his lips.} That is not going to work on me you know I don’t care if you’re the new kid. { `chuckles.} You do have a heart made of gold, don’t you?
{‘he’s caught a glimpse of the game that other was trying to play, and suddenly Jayce competitive – he wasn’t willing to lose this game}
Why don’t you come see for yourself sometime, hm? {'he cocks his head, his words sticky as honey as he drawls them from his lips}
Ah, yes, but I’m not sure if you’ve earned my acts of kindness yet. {'sits back on his chair and grins} Buy me a cup of coffee and we’ll see.
Maybe, maybe not. { `shrugs.} Guessing you are some sort of escort by the means of your words then. { `leaning back into the chair, he drums his fingers idly on the wooden table.} Prove it. Pay for my coffee and muffin then we’ll see.
The word “escort” is an understatement for my job. {‘moves to sit across from you} It’s far more complicated than that. {'waves a dismissive hand}
Tsk. I’m the new kid around here, shouldn’t you be the one spoiling me? {'puts his elbow on the table, leaning his chin against his hand as he gives you a small, childish pout}
Nothing, it’s too attractive. { `chuckles faintly at the tone of the male’s voice, iris’s dilating due to the light he shifted his weight to his other leg.} So, I understand you know the common assumption of attractive people around here is that they play around, no matter how nice you are on the inside.
Is that your way of complimenting someone? {‘cocks his head slightly before flashing you a cheeky grin}
Mm. That’s where you’re mistaken. Icould and do play around, I mean, I just don’t get paid for doing so. {'reaches up to fix the hat over his head} Besides, that doesn’t change the fact that I have a heart of gold. {'taps his chest}
Maybe it’s the way you look that makes people assume you do so. { `he mused a brow at the other with a shrug.}
Wha- what’s wrong with the way I look? {‘his eyes widen as his speech quickens, getting defensive of the situation}
The owner of the club I visited a couple nights ago. {‘he scrunches his nose, as if tasting something bitter} She didn’t quite understand my job. I show up to her club, look pretty, get a lot little drunk, dance, probably sweet talk some abandoned trophy wives but I ain’t sleeping with anybody, Jesus.