[color=ed1c24][b][h3]Dmitri Pavlovich[/h3][/b][/color]

[@gravity22][@Shikaru]

[color=f7941d][i]I nod in acknowledgement of Anya's words and enjoy the rest of the Cigar in silence. Partially to help calm myself to semi-normal levels of violence and stubbornness and partially to give the cops still searching for his car, and by proxy him, time to wind down their search and move on to something more interesting, or at least more pressing. Grinding the butt of the cigar beneath my heal, I walk over to the car, and hold the door open for Anya. Why? Hell if I know, but I did.[/i][/color] 

[color=ed1c24]"If you want to burn your favor on her, that's your business; but it isn't necessary. Did you eat dinner? I didn't have time, so if you don't mind the pretense we can go grab dinner if you like."[/color]