[log] we never looked so pretty, never seemed so real

[gaiusiulius]

From the restaurant, Caius heads directly back to the residence; when he finds Mina, he has his shirt sleeves rolled up, his tie in his pocket and his jacket over his arm. He's been thinking on the drive - about what Alex might have been after, if he was after anything, if the presently tenuous acquaintanceship could come in useful

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[lastqueenof]

Mina, by the way, is seated in a chair, in her underwear, legs propped up against a table, a book spread across her lap. (She reads every single one he finds for her, and if she doesn't know the language, she starts learning it.)

She tips her head back and smiles at him.

"And the same to you. What happened?"

[gaiusiulius]

Standing behind the chair, hands on its back, he leans foward and kisses her hello. "Mr Georgiou got bored of the fundraiser and we went elsewhere to chat. How's your schedule for a trip to California sometime?"

Don't provoke her, Caius.

[lastqueenof]

She smiles bright and sharp and says, very sweetly: "I'm sure I can arrange something. Does he know about me?"

Then, because Caius foolishly is near enough, she bites his lip.

[gaiusiulius]

"That depends entirely on your definition of know-" Caius tips her back further, by means of his hand at her collarbone, and bites back before he straightens and goes to put his tie away and kick off his shoes. "I'm not sure what the point was...interesting, though."