Gretel (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _gretel) wrote, |
It said a lot about him- about what he was used to, and what he expected, and no- she didn't blame him. After all, she had greeted him with an arrow pointed at his face, so her tone wasn't sarcastic or accusatory. The serious shift his voice had taken told her more about what she already assumed with him- he was definitely more intelligent and planning than some brute who decided everything he wanted was his, on sight. She appreciated the glimpse of honesty, whether he had intention with it or not.
She was just explaining. For his benefit as much as her own, and the rest of them.
"Newcomers tend to go batshit here within the first week, so forgive me for giving you some heads up." Enter Gretel's brand of sarcasm, which was dry as the Scotch she could smell on his breath. She also took him up on the offer, scooped up the healthy glass he'd poured, and downed half of it without even a grimace. Alcohol here was smooth as water compared to what she'd grown up on. "But fine. You've got about twenty minutes before my brother finds us, and he's not as friendly." She looked at him pointedly, explaining with arched brows and a very subtle matter-of-fact smirk. "That's not a threat. Unless you make it one. Just saying I'm your best bet to get a good idea what you're dealing with here, so it's up to you." He could either keep playing devil-may-cry dumb, or use this as an opportunity. It wasn't likely she would offer the deal twice.