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Writing and metal crafting? This wolf was interesting, and obviously a bit old fashioned, given his occupations of choice. She found herself once again wondering how old he was. It couldn’t hurt to ask, now that she was sure that he wasn’t Francis’ murderer. He went on to explain the blades and his relationship with them. She smiled somewhat affectionately towards him. “It is good to have an art that you are proud of. The blades weren’t so beautiful when they were in my chest, or your back, but perhaps I should take another look.” She studied him with thoughtful eyes.

“I’ve never crafted weapons, I like my guns too much, and before them I just bought good blades. But… I do love painting.” Trixy said, telling him something that few people knew about her. Agent Wolfsbane had a soft side, just like everyone else; she wasn’t just some cold, hard killer. Well… she [i]kind of was [/i], or, she used to be.

The way Tholo’s eyes swept over her body didn’t go without Trixy’s notice, nor did his attempt to push his thoughts away. Now properly healed and calm, Béatrix felt more like her usual self. “You regret it, don’t you?” He looked at her with a questioning eyebrow raised. Trixy leaned forward, intentionally boosting her cleavage with her arms, and tilted her chin towards him. “Not kissing me the other night.” There was a sultry smolder in her eyes, but so what? Yeah, he might be a wolf, but it had been a good long while since… Well, she was a girl that was used to getting what she wanted, and right now, that [i]might[/i]  be him. 

“We’re both predators, as you well know, and we are so very good at judging the intentions of others.” She leaned close enough to whisper in his ear. [i]“Je sais ce que le loup veut.”[/i]