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That's a thought. I was contemplating adopting a cat just for some companionship.

"For now," she replied coolly. "I'd appreciate it if you had your findings on my desk as soon as possible."

Claudia surely didn't have to remind him of the necessity in smoothing over rough situations, did she? Silas might present a civilized front to the rest of the Deck, but his Assistant Director had a bit more sharpness in her methodology and did not tolerate indolence.

He was born in '21. [Or. Was that when he saw it all. Hm. Wait. ~~Humming under his breath~~ Thinking is now.] Or, well. It's when he came into his own, at any rate.

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Touche, sir. It's just me and the girl these days.

I think it won't mind hearing a bit of classified information in exchange for some food and attention.

"Well actually I'd been planning on spending the next month playing golf at a resort on the Cayman Islands just so that I could annoy you by putting these off," he said, gesturing behind him with the most earnest expression he could muster.

I mean, why do you think this year and this pinball experience is important to you?

And does she enjoy shopping too? [A man can stray between topics already touched upon, could he not?]

...because Roger Daltrey is a god among men and tells me it's important.

She'll bankrupt her husband the day after they get married, guarantee it.

Yeah. [She laughs shakily at that.] I've really got to get my shit together.

Flippant levity wasn't something Claudia found amusing. Mainly because her sense of humor was acid black, as befitting a closet sadist, really. Hence the barest tightening of her eyes and the ever-professional smile just touching her lips. She said nothing, merely held his gaze. Waiting.

Do you like listening to The Who?

You don't seem the least bit worried about that prospect.

Hey. It's alright. Things will get better. I promise.

"It's okay," he said after there wasn't so much as a flutter of the eyelids, let alone a snicker or a bit of a giggle.

"We can work on that," he added with a wink.

Claudia paused a beat more before answering, "I believe you have plenty of work to do as it is, Mr. Lancaster." Her professional mask never slipped, instead became a bit icier. "If such isn't the case, then we can certainly remedy that."

"If you'll make the time to see me, I'll make time to see you." She didn't have to wave dislodged pages of her planner around for him to know that time was a precious resource for her.

"You don't have to let your walls down. I know that makes you uncomfortable. You can just give me a tour of the perimeter."

Persistent bugger, she'd give him that. But. "Your concern is laudable, but in my case, hardly necessary." She gestured to the files. "If you've no questions regarding those, I'll be on my way."

This wasn't the first male to seek a way under her skin, for whatever reason. And doubtless he'd be the last. Either way, such antics she found amusing, a more favorable way of deflection than, say, an ice pick between the shoulder blades.

"Of course." His smile widened and he inclined his head ever so slightly. A parody of a bow, really. He wasn't one who so easily yielded to authority even if he absorbed the mannerisms of those around him like a sponge and was fully capable of reproducing them on cue.

"You will have what you need by the end of the week."

Better. Perhaps they'd find a use for him yet.

"Thank you, Mr. Lancaster."

That said and done, Claudia turned in a flare of skirt and russet hair, striding from the office and continued her way down the hall.

Do you not?

Not my money, hm?

[He shrugs. He can't say he knows the band enough to be able to give an American Psychoesque commentary.] I listen to a bit of everything.

Well, unless she's only planning to stay married for a day, he can't provide for her if she bankrupts him straightaway.