[ Crais wouldn't be surprised if Felix shot the bed and called it testing the mattress.
He's more surprised that the gun's just being used to test the firmness, actually. Not that it shows.
He gets well clear of his clothes, deposits them onto the chair and then goes to the bed, crawls up it from the foot and then sprawls out on his back. Then and only then does he answer, and it's with a snort. ]
He goes where I ask him to go, and I'm sure you're some kind of special.
[ He holds a hand out, pointedly, and keeps not letting himself be easy to read. Because he does not trust this jackass further than he can throw him. ]
Let's hold hands and see who lets go first, this time.
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He's more surprised that the gun's just being used to test the firmness, actually. Not that it shows.
He gets well clear of his clothes, deposits them onto the chair and then goes to the bed, crawls up it from the foot and then sprawls out on his back. Then and only then does he answer, and it's with a snort. ]
He goes where I ask him to go, and I'm sure you're some kind of special.
[ He holds a hand out, pointedly, and keeps not letting himself be easy to read. Because he does not trust this jackass further than he can throw him. ]
Let's hold hands and see who lets go first, this time.