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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]

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.