"Not at all," Ethan continued levelly, as if the assault hadn't happened. "I believe you've already learned that being special has its drawbacks. There are others, as you'll also learn in time."
"Why are you telling me this?" Daisy asked in a small voice, still pressing a hand to her cheek. (C'mon, Ethan, boast a little. Tell me something useful...)
Ethan opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated. He cocked his lead slightly to one side, studying Daisy. Daisy cursed inwardly. A smile spread across Ethan's face. "Why, Miss Adair, I believe you're trying to manipulate me."
"What? No, I..."
"I suppose we should have expected it, though. A woman who has spent her life--well, her afterlife I suppose I should say--as a golddigger is going to be adept at manipulating men. It's not surprising that you should fall back on old habits under stress.
"However, I am not some matinee serial villain from your heyday. If you're hoping that I will spill the master plan, so that you can heroically escape and foil my...nefarious plot, you're sadly mistaken."
"Still," Ethan went on, "trying to manipulate me shows that you are not yet fully committed to cooperating. I would have thought that you'd already learned the consequences of resistance."
Daisy's heart was pounding now. She wanted to flee--or attack. Neither course was really an option. So she sat still, face blank, hiding her reaction as best she could.
Ethan moved toward the door. Daisy noted that he backed away from her, never turning his back on her. Interesting. He clearly wasn't as confident in his control over her as he'd like her to believe.
"I'll consult with my colleagues," Ethan said. "When we've determined a proper punishment..." He paused theatrically, and rapped on the door. Daisy could fill in the rest of the statement: We'll let you know.
The door opened. "...we'll implement it," Ethan said, and was gone.
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[Daisy] Unwelcome Visitor, Pt. 2
Date: 2006-07-03 11:14 pm (UTC)"Why are you telling me this?" Daisy asked in a small voice, still pressing a hand to her cheek. (C'mon, Ethan, boast a little. Tell me something useful...)
Ethan opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated. He cocked his lead slightly to one side, studying Daisy. Daisy cursed inwardly. A smile spread across Ethan's face. "Why, Miss Adair, I believe you're trying to manipulate me."
"What? No, I..."
"I suppose we should have expected it, though. A woman who has spent her life--well, her afterlife I suppose I should say--as a golddigger is going to be adept at manipulating men. It's not surprising that you should fall back on old habits under stress.
"However, I am not some matinee serial villain from your heyday. If you're hoping that I will spill the master plan, so that you can heroically escape and foil my...nefarious plot, you're sadly mistaken."
"Still," Ethan went on, "trying to manipulate me shows that you are not yet fully committed to cooperating. I would have thought that you'd already learned the consequences of resistance."
Daisy's heart was pounding now. She wanted to flee--or attack. Neither course was really an option. So she sat still, face blank, hiding her reaction as best she could.
Ethan moved toward the door. Daisy noted that he backed away from her, never turning his back on her. Interesting. He clearly wasn't as confident in his control over her as he'd like her to believe.
"I'll consult with my colleagues," Ethan said. "When we've determined a proper punishment..." He paused theatrically, and rapped on the door. Daisy could fill in the rest of the statement: We'll let you know.
The door opened. "...we'll implement it," Ethan said, and was gone.