Mercy finds Gwydion standing at what had once been a window, though now it's really just a large, uneven hole in the thick concrete wall. Outside, the sun is going down on on the barren waste of what...else to be done before tomorrow. Would you like me to stay?" He almost smiles. "That's not necessary, Mercedes." Mercy leans up and brushes a kiss to his lips. "I didn't ask if it was necessary.

"I'm hopeless," Mercy says, dropping her quill back on the table, "I have absolutely no idea." Gwydion looks up at her over the edge of the book he's reading. "About what?" By way of answer, she slides...to you if I don't understand you, Gwydion, no matter how in love with you I am." Gwydion is quiet for a long moment, just watching her. At length, he says simply, "What would you like to know?

"What about this one?" Blaise sighs, leaning back in his chair. "I still don't know why you dragged me into this. I still don't know why I let you." "I dragged you because I couldn't very well drag...Blaise holds her gaze for a very long moment, expression difficult to read, before finally he nods, very slightly. "All right." Mercy doesn't say anything more, just beams at him and kisses his cheek

I'm going to go ahead and warn you before you go trying any "Snake" lines. I have a gun, a knife, and I know more than enough ways to kill you with them before you even know I'm there. Now that the formalities are out of the way.... Who's in charge of the police around here? Need any third-party combat instructors?

Well, sooner or later it'll probably occur to her that there is a time limit on that sort of thing. And she will probably spend a good week or so looking for a way to ask that will seem idle and casual...that," she murmurs into his shoulder. "It's sort of completely unfair." He just laughs softly and kisses her neck, keeps her close. She'll drop the issue– for the moment– and just let him hold her