Lasha blinked slowly, putting the point of his pen against his lips.
"Depends," he said.
He wasn't entirely sure what Taras intended to suggest, nor what part defined "action", and what kind of cut he might desire.
He studied Oleksei, his focused, gritty demeanor and demanding gaze.
"You look good when you're covetous," he remarked, after a moment. "It suits you."
Ilarion tilted his head, raising an eyebrow, lips blooming into a jagged smile.
"But your brand of comeliness is lost on women, comrade."
He sighed, letting the pen tap lightly on the padded leather of the desk blotter.
"Do you really think good citizen Anya will trust you? Allow you, a tattooed criminal she fears in her bones, to do what she wouldn't even allow a boyfriend to do?"
Lasha's eyes narrowed, dryly.
"Unless you were simply planning to rape her."
He didn't let the statement linger, but centered his gaze on Taras' once more.
"She needs an excuse to let a dangerous criminal touch her. She needs justification, someone to tell her it's all right, and take the decision out of her hands."
Lasha's lip curved.
"I can do that, comrade. I'm a very important man, after all."
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Date: 2008-02-29 01:29 am (UTC)"Depends," he said.
He wasn't entirely sure what Taras intended to suggest, nor what part defined "action", and what kind of cut he might desire.
He studied Oleksei, his focused, gritty demeanor and demanding gaze.
"You look good when you're covetous," he remarked, after a moment. "It suits you."
Ilarion tilted his head, raising an eyebrow, lips blooming into a jagged smile.
"But your brand of comeliness is lost on women, comrade."
He sighed, letting the pen tap lightly on the padded leather of the desk blotter.
"Do you really think good citizen Anya will trust you? Allow you, a tattooed criminal she fears in her bones, to do what she wouldn't even allow a boyfriend to do?"
Lasha's eyes narrowed, dryly.
"Unless you were simply planning to rape her."
He didn't let the statement linger, but centered his gaze on Taras' once more.
"She needs an excuse to let a dangerous criminal touch her. She needs justification, someone to tell her it's all right, and take the decision out of her hands."
Lasha's lip curved.
"I can do that, comrade. I'm a very important man, after all."
Then he paused, steepling his fingers slowly.
"...What did you have in mind?"