[ A birdie told her. It should mean something to him, is what he thinks, but it doesn't. Her choice in words has been that careful so far. His consideration is more intense than it has yet been. Who is she? Where did she get the name?
He needs to know, but perhaps she's counting on that. His chin tilts, and somehow even in the bright sunshine swimming through the straw canopy of the tiki bar, Bruce finds a bar of shadow, which casts across his eyes. ]
I'm trusting you.
[ He could ask whether or not she could be trusted, but no answer she could give him would dissuade him from doing it, nor convince him that he could. In truth, it was his own ability he needed to have faith in, should she be less than genuine. He rose to his feet, gesturing toward the door. ]
no subject
He needs to know, but perhaps she's counting on that. His chin tilts, and somehow even in the bright sunshine swimming through the straw canopy of the tiki bar, Bruce finds a bar of shadow, which casts across his eyes. ]
I'm trusting you.
[ He could ask whether or not she could be trusted, but no answer she could give him would dissuade him from doing it, nor convince him that he could. In truth, it was his own ability he needed to have faith in, should she be less than genuine. He rose to his feet, gesturing toward the door. ]
Ladies first.