I find that hard to believe but go ahead, how were you like me once? [Because this aught to be good.
His expression softens slightly but he looks her over suspiciously. He also knows what that glaring black line on her throat means.] How are you going to help me out? ... And why?
[He doesn't even bother to bluff and say he doesn't need it, though it is tempting. The fact that he's standing there wearing nothing but a paper gown really kills that particular argument.]
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His expression softens slightly but he looks her over suspiciously. He also knows what that glaring black line on her throat means.] How are you going to help me out? ... And why?
[He doesn't even bother to bluff and say he doesn't need it, though it is tempting. The fact that he's standing there wearing nothing but a paper gown really kills that particular argument.]