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Leon continued to sip on his drink as Rita went into the same mode she had when she'd fluttered from one group to another at the ball, talking easily with billionaires who practically owned the whole goddamned city the facility was in. She spoke more formally, held herself more carefully, and he saw Orvar respond to that. The man sat up straighter and listened to her raptly as she spoke, never taking his eyes from her. It wasn't until she was finished talking that he saw Orvar move again, and it was like watching one of those slow motion videos of a dormant seed coming to life and pushing forth new green growth; he unfurled and stood, then went to the small table that held his various decanters and returned with the one that had scotch and refilled Leon's glass.
"You've been most forthcoming," he said, and Leon recognized that there was admiration in his voice, and was that relief? "When it comes to matters such as these, it's best to avoid dancing around until we all grow dizzy." Relief, then. He moved away to return the scotch to its original spot, then moved back to his chair and sat. "I shall be just as forthcoming. I already knew of your story. I heard whispers of a guard and her ward escaping from their shared prison and I hoped to meet you. I had even sent people out to lead you to me, but you arrived before they even made contact." He chuckled and was still smiling as he leaned back and draped his forearms over the arms of his chair, as at ease as a king on his throne.
Leon slid his fingers over to Rita's where they remained on his knee, and he then rested his palm there and curled his fingers around her hand.
This was it. This guy was for real.
"I too am an ex-Enforcer, though I didn't do much enforcing, more… Directing the program as a whole. I had a vision, one where we were able to coexist with humans peacefully. I instated the tracking program, but there were enough in the organization who saw fit to use it beyond its original purpose that a vote was held and I was no longer directing more than the handful who shared my views."
"We have grown well beyond that since we now focus on taking in the huddled masses yearning to breathe free. In the same spirit as the dear lady, we are more than happy to host both you and your young friends. Consider New Orleans and the surrounding area your new home for as long as you need."
"Just like that?" Leon asked, the first words he'd spoken since he'd entered the man's home, and Orvar slid his eyes over to him, but Leon had just enough alcohol in him that he didn't shy away from the man's stare. A moment passed, then another, and then Orvar winked.
"Yes, just like that. There is no catch. Well, beyond the photographs you agreed to. We mustn't forget those."
Leon took another drink and tried to keep his expression blank, but Orvar laughed throatily. "Oh, don't worry. I promise it'll be painless and once it's over, you'll have lasting proof of your love for one another, hmm?"
He wasn't sure how a picture could accomplish that, but he wasn't eager to have Orvar's eyes on him again so he remained silent.
Orvar looked to Rita once more, his eyebrows raised. "Have I met our terms to your satisfaction or do you have more questions before we proceed?"
"You've been most forthcoming," he said, and Leon recognized that there was admiration in his voice, and was that relief? "When it comes to matters such as these, it's best to avoid dancing around until we all grow dizzy." Relief, then. He moved away to return the scotch to its original spot, then moved back to his chair and sat. "I shall be just as forthcoming. I already knew of your story. I heard whispers of a guard and her ward escaping from their shared prison and I hoped to meet you. I had even sent people out to lead you to me, but you arrived before they even made contact." He chuckled and was still smiling as he leaned back and draped his forearms over the arms of his chair, as at ease as a king on his throne.
Leon slid his fingers over to Rita's where they remained on his knee, and he then rested his palm there and curled his fingers around her hand.
This was it. This guy was for real.
"I too am an ex-Enforcer, though I didn't do much enforcing, more… Directing the program as a whole. I had a vision, one where we were able to coexist with humans peacefully. I instated the tracking program, but there were enough in the organization who saw fit to use it beyond its original purpose that a vote was held and I was no longer directing more than the handful who shared my views."
"We have grown well beyond that since we now focus on taking in the huddled masses yearning to breathe free. In the same spirit as the dear lady, we are more than happy to host both you and your young friends. Consider New Orleans and the surrounding area your new home for as long as you need."
"Just like that?" Leon asked, the first words he'd spoken since he'd entered the man's home, and Orvar slid his eyes over to him, but Leon had just enough alcohol in him that he didn't shy away from the man's stare. A moment passed, then another, and then Orvar winked.
"Yes, just like that. There is no catch. Well, beyond the photographs you agreed to. We mustn't forget those."
Leon took another drink and tried to keep his expression blank, but Orvar laughed throatily. "Oh, don't worry. I promise it'll be painless and once it's over, you'll have lasting proof of your love for one another, hmm?"
He wasn't sure how a picture could accomplish that, but he wasn't eager to have Orvar's eyes on him again so he remained silent.
Orvar looked to Rita once more, his eyebrows raised. "Have I met our terms to your satisfaction or do you have more questions before we proceed?"
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