That makes him smile, just a little bit. "Of course I like you. You're my best friend." Just to get that out on the table; in case she's reaching for answers -- he thinks she is -- there shouldn't be any doubt about where the two of them stand. After all, he promised not to take advantage of anything.
And he could be a little cruel, play a little game, test her by saying something about oh, Spike with the blonde hair or yeah, you remember your nickname for me, don't you? He won't do that.
"You're right. Your name is Faye. Faye Valentine. You smoke Marsboros, or whatever you can get your hands on. The guy named Spike is one of your bounty hunting partners; he's here or at least he used to be, but I haven't seen him in a really long time. Tell me one more thing: what do you see when you look over to that side of the bar? Against the wall, right in the middle?"
There's a door; a picture of the lake outside hangs above it. He can see it; she hasn't been able to before.
He's been very careful not to let her face the viewing window. One step at a time.
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And he could be a little cruel, play a little game, test her by saying something about oh, Spike with the blonde hair or yeah, you remember your nickname for me, don't you? He won't do that.
"You're right. Your name is Faye. Faye Valentine. You smoke Marsboros, or whatever you can get your hands on. The guy named Spike is one of your bounty hunting partners; he's here or at least he used to be, but I haven't seen him in a really long time. Tell me one more thing: what do you see when you look over to that side of the bar? Against the wall, right in the middle?"
There's a door; a picture of the lake outside hangs above it. He can see it; she hasn't been able to before.
He's been very careful not to let her face the viewing window. One step at a time.