Gabriel leans back and smooths down the front of his shirt, grinning at Mira as she pulls away. Even if it wasn't actually real, there's no denying that it was pretty hot.
Mira straightens her shirt with a quick tug and shrugs off Topher's hands. She rolls her eyes in his direction. "I'd figured that one out myself, thanks." She turns her gaze to Gabriel, but continues speaking to Topher. "As of now, this...person is presenting a security threat that is not acceptable. If he refuses to return the classified material, I'll be forced to bring in security."
"Oh come on, Mira. You know that's not going to accomplish anything. I'll just mojo my way of here with the information. No, won't work."
Mira props a hand on her hip while the mansion doorbell screams on the tv screen. "So what will work?"
"Oh, nothing big." He makes a show of making space beside himself on the couch. "Join us. Have a slice of pizza." She sighs and rests her face in the palm of her hand for a moment, as if she's contemplating just when her life took a turn for the weird.
"Fine." She finally says. "I will eat a piece of pizza and if you touch me, I'm going to cut off your hands." Speech given, she sits down not far from Gabriel and pointedly retrieves a piece of pizza.
Gabriel just smiles over at her, a little engrossed in her (his own) performance. "Yes, ma'am."
She takes a bite of pizza and a hint of a smile emerges on her face when Gabriel hands her a beer. She reaches for it, then directs her attention to Topher. "Sit down, I'd like to get this over with."
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Mira straightens her shirt with a quick tug and shrugs off Topher's hands. She rolls her eyes in his direction. "I'd figured that one out myself, thanks." She turns her gaze to Gabriel, but continues speaking to Topher. "As of now, this...person is presenting a security threat that is not acceptable. If he refuses to return the classified material, I'll be forced to bring in security."
"Oh come on, Mira. You know that's not going to accomplish anything. I'll just mojo my way of here with the information. No, won't work."
Mira props a hand on her hip while the mansion doorbell screams on the tv screen. "So what will work?"
"Oh, nothing big." He makes a show of making space beside himself on the couch. "Join us. Have a slice of pizza." She sighs and rests her face in the palm of her hand for a moment, as if she's contemplating just when her life took a turn for the weird.
"Fine." She finally says. "I will eat a piece of pizza and if you touch me, I'm going to cut off your hands." Speech given, she sits down not far from Gabriel and pointedly retrieves a piece of pizza.
Gabriel just smiles over at her, a little engrossed in her (his own) performance. "Yes, ma'am."
She takes a bite of pizza and a hint of a smile emerges on her face when Gabriel hands her a beer. She reaches for it, then directs her attention to Topher. "Sit down, I'd like to get this over with."