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[maevelous]

"You've reached Maeve Millay. In your message, do be sure to let me know whether this is business or pleasure."

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[devoutish]

I know him a bit, yeah.

[He knows of him, more like.

He nods at the cabbie, and says in a voice perfectly loud enough to be overheard:]

Well, we've got a getaway driver already, haven't we.

[Mostly, he's just curious to see how the guy reacts, if he reacts at all. Someone who will drive basically anywhere and not ask questions the way Maeve claims he will could be a useful thing. It'd be good to know where his lines are.]

[maevelous]

[ The driver doesn't react at all one way or the other. He acts as though he hasn't heard a thing, and that's why Maeve likes him. No questions asked -- just paid to do what he's told. And carting criminals around does tend to be lucrative work. ]

We do. And this car has a hover option. Quick get away from any pesky officers who try to chase us down. I'm certain our friend there has outrun a few policemen in his day.

[ She glances at the driver, who again doesn't respond. ]

[devoutish]

Quiet man, though. Enough to give you the willies, isn't it?

[He could just as easily be quietly gathering evidence to use against them, after all.]

[maevelous]

Not in the least. I'd say he's a smart man.

[ Maeve is clearly not worried about a single thing. And whether that's because she's foolishly confident about their confidant or whether she has no qualms about silencing permanently are not things she'll let on about, but her hand does stroke up his thigh a bit higher. ]

When are these reservations? You and I don't have time to work up an appetite first, do we? Not here, of course. When we get there.

[devoutish]

We've got--

[He checks his pocketwatch, making sure not to jostle her hand away as he does so.]

-- a good hour and a half. But I hope you're not actually thinking of bank-robbing.

[He presses a kiss to the side of her neck.]

[maevelous]

Bankrobbing takes a touch longer than an hour and a half.

[ She tilts her head into his kiss, exposing more of her neck. ]

If you do it right. Not that I would know, of course.

[ Turning her head back toward him, Maeve intercepts his mouth with her own -- giving a taste before catching his bottom lip with her teeth. ]

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He kisses back, breaking after a moment to murmur against her mouth:]

You'll have to tell me about it sometime.