Standing in uncharacteristic silence, Holly stared at him in disbelief before finally giving in and taking a cigarette. She gestured, exasperatedly, where her lighter lay in the spot the unceremoniously dispatched vampire once stood.
She waited for Mystery Man to light her up.
"No, of course not," Holly spoke up, her voice lightly lined with sarcasm. He was a cipher; he gave nothing back by way of reaction. That unnerved her. After years of being an only child of divorce, she had honed emotional manipulation into an art form.
She had never met anyone she couldn't goad into reacting some way.
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on 2013-09-24 04:30 pm (UTC)She waited for Mystery Man to light her up.
"No, of course not," Holly spoke up, her voice lightly lined with sarcasm. He was a cipher; he gave nothing back by way of reaction. That unnerved her. After years of being an only child of divorce, she had honed emotional manipulation into an art form.
She had never met anyone she couldn't goad into reacting some way.
"Thanks."