The honest truth is that he only flatters her and that's because she's the only person he's interested in flattering. There might be others at the end of the universe who deserve it, but that really figure in the equation in the least. And the only reason he pulls back is so the rat can deliver the plate of assorted patés and the fresh champagne which he opens expertly. A lifetime of experience in bars means he's perfectly comfortable around this sort of thing; he refills both glasses even though neither particularly needs it.
It's curiously satisfying to him that when he has the internal conversation that asks what he would change, if anything, about the situation, he simply shakes his head and smiles quietly. Yes, he could wish that he didn't... die, or that Faye wasn't stuck here, or that he'd never been given drugs in prison, never tried to get revenge on Vicious. But all that's pointless: the things that happened happened and changing any one of those elements might mean he and Faye wouldn't have this opportunity now. It's just something he's not willing to give up under any circumstance.
Not until the day she tells him it's either time for her to go or time to leave. They have an agreement to go together and right now, she's the only person with whom he'd willingly walk into the unknown.
Right now there's dinner, and he's suddenly hungry, though not necessarily for the fancy French food in front of them. He'll eat it, though, because watching Faye eat it will be a treat all by itself.
Lifting his glass to hers, he offers a toast. "Here's to the loveliest woman in the universe. And just so there's no doubt in your mind, yes, I'm really hitting on you."
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Date: 2007-10-31 04:41 am (UTC)It's curiously satisfying to him that when he has the internal conversation that asks what he would change, if anything, about the situation, he simply shakes his head and smiles quietly. Yes, he could wish that he didn't... die, or that Faye wasn't stuck here, or that he'd never been given drugs in prison, never tried to get revenge on Vicious. But all that's pointless: the things that happened happened and changing any one of those elements might mean he and Faye wouldn't have this opportunity now. It's just something he's not willing to give up under any circumstance.
Not until the day she tells him it's either time for her to go or time to leave. They have an agreement to go together and right now, she's the only person with whom he'd willingly walk into the unknown.
Right now there's dinner, and he's suddenly hungry, though not necessarily for the fancy French food in front of them. He'll eat it, though, because watching Faye eat it will be a treat all by itself.
Lifting his glass to hers, he offers a toast. "Here's to the loveliest woman in the universe. And just so there's no doubt in your mind, yes, I'm really hitting on you."
His laugh rings out like a melody.