( Lestat's gambit works: Louis draws in a breath, his shoulders stiffening, and his next shot goes wide and barely hits the edge of a 10. He whispers something under his breath, cheeks going pink. He gives Lestat a narrow-eyed sideways look, and bites back the urge to make a comment about cheating. It's his own fault for being too easy to distract.
He smiles, much too sweetly. )
You could be the lovely assistant I strap to the target.
( He isn't actually annoyed — it's just a game, of course — but he can't help himself. )
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He smiles, much too sweetly. )
You could be the lovely assistant I strap to the target.
( He isn't actually annoyed — it's just a game, of course — but he can't help himself. )