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[Have a Look that's made angels quail.] Much better, now that he's out of your creepy clutches.

[Wynter chuckles. Being who he is, he's hardly unaccustomed to being met with hostility. But surely Ben's wife will be more easily won over than the man himself, right?] Now really, Mrs. Lockwood. I hardly think there's any reason for the two of us to be on hostile terms right off the bat.

You had my husband kidnapped by a demon and then you held him prisoner for months. And lied to me about it.

There's every reason for me to be hostile.

I admit that some of my methods were, in retrospect, quite questionable. I should have approached you from the first.

All of your methods were idiotic. [Opinions, she has them.] You couldn't have made him hate the entire situation more if that had been what you set out to do in the first damn place.

[She ticks the points off on her fingers.] Kidnapped by a demon. Chained to a wall. Held him prisoner while you lied to me. Drugged him. Had a camera in his room so he had no privacy at all.

It's almost as if you pushed nearly every single one of his buttons on purpose. Bravo. [golf clap]

[One eyebrow goes up.] I understand your points. Benjamin went to great pains to explain them to me, as well. But I had good intentions, if questionable success with my methods.

Well, you know what they say about the road to Hell, and what it's paved with. And if that's your definition of "questionable success," I have to wonder what you think "complete failure" looks like.

Well. I am above all things an optimist, Mrs. Lockwood. I like to believe that there is something salvageable in my Pack and I's relationship with Benjamin.

Your Pack, maybe. Ben doesn't have a problem with Will or most of them, although he's still got no desire to be a member of it.

You? Not very likely. [She'd say "sorry?" but she's not, actually.]

I specialize in the unlikely, ma'am. And I had the opportunity to see what a very unique and worthwhile individual your husband is. I want very much to assist him in every way I can.

[Her lips tighten.] Considering the fact that you're surrounded by demons, I'm pretty sure he doesn't want your "assistance."

He's on a fairly even keel right now. If you do anything to upset that, then I'll be even angrier with you than I already am.

You wouldn't like me when I'm angrier.

Now, really, Mrs. Lockwood. [He quite pointedly does not ask if he can call her Janni, because he's not brain dead.] Are you so very determined not to believe that I'd like to make amends?

[She lets out an amused snort.] Please, Mister Wynter. Do tell me how you're planning on doing that. [She will not mention the fact that Wynter, or whoever is in charge of such things, actually paid the bill Ben sent him for his time without a quibble -- and that it actually mollified Ben quite a bit. Because hey, if the bastard wanted to pay him for sitting on his ass and reading, more power to him.]