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Depends on what you're going to do.

That would depend on my mood. Currently I'm considering putting a serious dent into the economy that backs my credit rating.

And you plan on doing this...how?

Considering a new car, perhaps a party. There's always the option of handing out cash to random strangers but not nearly as fun.

I say a party, if I'm invited. [She shrugs.] You could always do all 3, if you're looking to make a dent.

Invited? What's your feelings on soldiers?

I love a man in uniform...

Then I definitely have some friends you should meet. By the way, you got a name?

Always up for meeting new people.

I'm Ana. Ana Loren. [She extends a hand for him to shake.]

Eaten alive by beetles? Death by immolation?

I could go on.

I'm sure you could, the question is why would you?

Well, you asked for the worst, didn't you?

I've yet to have a party end in death by beetle.

[Benignly amused.]

Then you clearly haven't lived.

...What do they usually end in?

[Joseph glances sideways at Jack, arching an eyebrow, speaking without looking directly at him]

Beheading comes to mind. Do they still do that here? I think they do, in Gath.

[Jack looked over the room, jaw working though at first he said nothing. Taking a drink before stealing a sidelong glance.]

Trust me, my father could think of something worse than beheading. Is this you actually telling me no?

Of course I'm not saying no. I'd never say no to you, no matter what.

[He wants to reach over and take Jack's hand, but it's too public. Too risky]

My place? Should be safe enough there.

[Cynicism rose up within Jack like bile. He wanted to mock that, point out the odds of that lasting but he couldn't. Tonight he didn't want to think about that. Stolen moments when he let himself pretend.]

Safe enough. Never safe enough but I'll be there.

I know but -- you know what I mean. When are you done here? I'll be home by then, I just like knowing when to expect you. Gives me something to look forward to.

[Jack waned to reach over, brush his thumb along Joseph's cheekbone and promise him he wouldn't be too late. Instead he nodded. Once.]

I've got to give it another forty five, minimum. No more than an hour.

I'll see you later, then.

[He goes to leave, letting his fingers brush lightly against Jack's hand as he passes by.]