[ neal delights her. that's so obviously clear on her face, from the moment he kisses her to the bow and the tap of his fingers is secret, private, but of course irene knows morse code, of course, because how else do you pass messages in utter secrecy? ]
I'm no lion, Mister Burke.
[ i'm something far more dangerous indeed ]
Please, sit. I want to know all about you.
[ the immediate, painful comparison that comes to mind is that peter is neal's watson. he's a lawman, she can tell just from his posture, but it's more than that. she draws him down beside her, fingers slipping over the shine of his wedding band, appraising. after three of her own, she's never put much stock in such things. ]
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I'm no lion, Mister Burke.
[ i'm something far more dangerous indeed ]
Please, sit. I want to know all about you.
[ the immediate, painful comparison that comes to mind is that peter is neal's watson. he's a lawman, she can tell just from his posture, but it's more than that. she draws him down beside her, fingers slipping over the shine of his wedding band, appraising. after three of her own, she's never put much stock in such things. ]