[Funny, her first answer brings something like The Brothers Grimm or Shakespeare to mind. The response is strangely poetic, and his head tilts lightly to the side, his arms still crossed over his chest. Either she truly is fearless--or she's delusional. At this point in time, Reaper really can't decide which it is.]
Oddly poetic. You come up with that just now, or do you write sonnets on your free time.
[He could be nicer about her offer, but--Gabriel is as Gabriel tends to be--a stick in the mud with a mostly-absent sense of gentility.]
You might find I'm a bit hard to warm. But if you're so determined to impress me, then you might as well do your worst. [Maybe she's lucky that she isn't the first one to force him to socialize. Otherwise he may have been far colder about her offer here.]
But I will warn you. I'm neither good company, and I haven't got table manners. This is your chance to back out and make some real friends. I could give you a few suggestions to better company. Starting with the tart woman over there.
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Oddly poetic. You come up with that just now, or do you write sonnets on your free time.
[He could be nicer about her offer, but--Gabriel is as Gabriel tends to be--a stick in the mud with a mostly-absent sense of gentility.]
You might find I'm a bit hard to warm. But if you're so determined to impress me, then you might as well do your worst. [Maybe she's lucky that she isn't the first one to force him to socialize. Otherwise he may have been far colder about her offer here.]
But I will warn you. I'm neither good company, and I haven't got table manners. This is your chance to back out and make some real friends. I could give you a few suggestions to better company. Starting with the tart woman over there.
Now's your chance to back out, girl.