"I'd imagine you'd look damn good in a uniform, but I do prefer the suits I must say. You wear them well." He looked even better out of them, but Bela didn't say that, preferring to keep the conversation a little bit more serious for the time being.
Bela nods. "I've always worked alone, Arthur. Less people to look out for that way." And more money to be made, she thinks about adding, but doesn't. She should just outright tell Arthur what she does because she has the distinct feeling that he wouldn't judge her for it. He was good like that.
The person that Arthur described sounds like he could be in the same profession as her, apart from the forging people part. "Alright, now that is an interesting thing he can do in the dream state." Sticky fingers? Bela definitely has those. She was very good at what she did.
"Oh, really?" There's a teensy smirk on her face when he says that, her mind drifting back to very wrong thoughts. He always seemed to bring that side out of her as well. Bela swings their hands back, enjoying the playful nature of the gesture. "I'll keep that as note for the future."
The next part hits Bela hard; it's almost as if Arthur is talking about her. Grateful for his hold on her hands, she looks at him straight on, trying not to let her emotions betray her. But it was difficult to say the least, his words were stirring up old emotions and memories that she thought she had buried deep inside. Bela doesn't really respond, she just gazes at Arthur, not sure about what to say. She reckons that he could probably guess what she's thinking and feeling right now.
Hello Arthur in a tux *licks*
Bela nods. "I've always worked alone, Arthur. Less people to look out for that way." And more money to be made, she thinks about adding, but doesn't. She should just outright tell Arthur what she does because she has the distinct feeling that he wouldn't judge her for it. He was good like that.
The person that Arthur described sounds like he could be in the same profession as her, apart from the forging people part. "Alright, now that is an interesting thing he can do in the dream state." Sticky fingers? Bela definitely has those. She was very good at what she did.
"Oh, really?" There's a teensy smirk on her face when he says that, her mind drifting back to very wrong thoughts. He always seemed to bring that side out of her as well. Bela swings their hands back, enjoying the playful nature of the gesture. "I'll keep that as note for the future."
The next part hits Bela hard; it's almost as if Arthur is talking about her. Grateful for his hold on her hands, she looks at him straight on, trying not to let her emotions betray her. But it was difficult to say the least, his words were stirring up old emotions and memories that she thought she had buried deep inside. Bela doesn't really respond, she just gazes at Arthur, not sure about what to say. She reckons that he could probably guess what she's thinking and feeling right now.