She tenses, a little, and shit, she shouldn't have. He'd have seen that, if he's got any brain in him, and he's got plenty. Shit, shit, that's a tell.
But does it matter? It only matters if she wants to hide it, and... does she? She should, she's aware of that much. If Merle Dixon, renegade gentleman, has any sympathy in him (and she isn't sure), she ought to play on that, make it part of her gamble to not end up dead in a goddamn ditch somewhere.
The thought of hiding it, though, that leaves a bad taste in her mouth after what she's done to get here. If she's willing to hide who she is to get by, that's like begging, like going all meek and compliant. No, no, she won't do it. She'll remember what she is.
"No," she says, voice a little lower than she cares it to be. She pulls some asshole comment out of the back of her head to cover for it. "But that doesn't mean I wanna end up in your basement."
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But does it matter? It only matters if she wants to hide it, and... does she? She should, she's aware of that much. If Merle Dixon, renegade gentleman, has any sympathy in him (and she isn't sure), she ought to play on that, make it part of her gamble to not end up dead in a goddamn ditch somewhere.
The thought of hiding it, though, that leaves a bad taste in her mouth after what she's done to get here. If she's willing to hide who she is to get by, that's like begging, like going all meek and compliant. No, no, she won't do it. She'll remember what she is.
"No," she says, voice a little lower than she cares it to be. She pulls some asshole comment out of the back of her head to cover for it. "But that doesn't mean I wanna end up in your basement."