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[enticingly]

[There’s a handsome young man sitting in front of the console in a really tight t-shirt that shows off pretty much every muscle in his chest. For the moment, his eyes are a dark blue, and there’s a brooding look on his face. When he crosses his arms over his chest, people can see the leather gloves he’s wearing.

Jonah hasn't really wanted to use this thing, but he can recognize the advantage of being able to talk to people without actually being around them.] I have a couple of questions. First, is there a dry cleaners around here, or does anyone know how to get blood out of denim? Second, gloves. Where is the best place I can get a few pairs? Third, I’m in search of a sword. Any will do at the moment.

[His jaw clenches for a second, shoulders tense.] Another thing. If the words ‘Anchorage’, ‘savant’, or ‘weirstones’ means anything to you, let me know.

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[traitorously]

[O...h, that's a nice smile. Her own lips curve up.] I'll bet. I guess you're just not used to more of a challenge. [And she grins outright, because she's basically bullshitting around now, rather than outright flirting] It's okay if you can't handle it.

[enticingly]

[He thinks about Emma.] I've had some experience with challenges. [She's trying to goad him, but he's not really a goadable kind of guy.] Maybe you're the one who really couldn't, and I'm saving you the trouble.

[traitorously]

Oh, well, that one's easily solved. How about I tell you that I can definitely handle it, and we agree that if it turns out I can't, it's my fault for not listening to your warning. Everyone's happy.

[enticingly]

You're not easily discouraged, are you?