[ Faraday goes quiet at the easy contact, at those words, maintaining his poker face – that neutral sort of look, with just that touch of good humor in his eyes, tugging at the corner of his mouth.
A slip of the tongue thanks to the afterglow, maybe. Or else this fuck was good enough to convince Vasquez they should keep at it – and that, Faraday privately thinks, they absolutely should.
It's too much to parse with his mind as fuzzy and exhausted as it is, so for now, he just offers a joke, ]
Unless you've got plans to cause a literal explosion, I doubt you've got any tricks that'd do me in.
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A slip of the tongue thanks to the afterglow, maybe. Or else this fuck was good enough to convince Vasquez they should keep at it – and that, Faraday privately thinks, they absolutely should.
It's too much to parse with his mind as fuzzy and exhausted as it is, so for now, he just offers a joke, ]
Unless you've got plans to cause a literal explosion, I doubt you've got any tricks that'd do me in.