[This doesn't sit well with him, on a few levels. Justine seems to know exactly what she wants from him, which puts him in the unusual situation of knowing less than his conversation partner.]
If it's really "never."
[He glances down at her fingers splayed gently over his thin ribs. She isn't lying, it's certain; she's desperate for a diversion, at least as much as he is.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a scrap of scroll and folding it. He presses it between two palms, and when he opens them, there's a list written on it. Various ingredients, overwhelmingly blood-related.]
This is what I want. And you?
[Drugs, sex, work, something. But she must have a preference.]
*it, not him whoops
If it's really "never."
[He glances down at her fingers splayed gently over his thin ribs. She isn't lying, it's certain; she's desperate for a diversion, at least as much as he is.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a scrap of scroll and folding it. He presses it between two palms, and when he opens them, there's a list written on it. Various ingredients, overwhelmingly blood-related.]
This is what I want. And you?
[Drugs, sex, work, something. But she must have a preference.]