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Greg raised an eyebrow in response to the woman’s explanation. It hadn’t at all been what he was expecting, though he wasn’t overly eager to question it. “Right,” he said, looking back at the scene again. At least the teams seemed to be functioning, for the time being. He turned back as she spoke, slightly baffled by her manner. “I actually prefer coffee,” he said slowly, somewhat puzzled by her question. He gave a shake of his head and forced himself to focus on the main issue at hand, “Besides, I’m kind of in the middle of something here. You know, dead bodies, crime scene, that whole thing,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the goings on behind him as he shifted his gaze slightly, wondering if his excuses— no, explanations— were making any sense.
"Even the best in the force deserves a little break now and then." She laughed as she watched the clean up crew. He seemed slightly confused by her asking him to tea. This caused some delight. She knew she was playing with danger by even talking to the man; though the chances of her work coming to light was extremely slim. What would Lacy say, if she knew her dearest little sister were standing around, passing flirtatious comments to the enemy? Hell, what would she do if Aradia managed to convince the man to a quaint little coffee shop?
"Well if you ever get bored of yelling at people," she pulled a small, black business card from her pocket and held it up for the detective. It was a fake card, with a fake name and number. But he wouldn’t know that. Not unless he took it and tried to call later. “Give me a call. First coffee’s on me.”
As Greg approached, he found himself better able to make out the figure as being that of a woman. “Can I help you?” he called out, clearing the remaining distance between them. “There’s not really anything to see. I don’t know why you’d bother sticking around,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder and rolling his eyes as he saw the forensics team visibly struggling to function as a group. “Oh for God’s sake,” he muttered before calling more loudly, “Anderson! Would you lot like to actually do your job? Thank you.” He turned back to the woman with a sigh, “Sorry about that. So, right. Is there anything I can do for you? Or do you just enjoy watching a crime scene?” he asked, looking the woman over with slight interest.
Oh this man was certainly a bit of entertainment, if not loud too. Anger management issues, perhaps? The foreigner glanced over to the man, tilting her head to the side a bit. How she missed the accents when she was a little girl. She smiled, maybe a little too flirtatiously, before looking back to the scene, giving a shrug of her shoulders. As though it was normal for someone to linger around a murder sight until it was cleaned up. “Everyone has their little kinks, detective.” And hers was poisoning people, of course. Not that she’d tell this man. Moriarty needed her, and as soon as her job here was done, she’d be on the next flight out.
"Fancy yourself some tea?" She turned to him. "Or are you still trying to wrap this place up?"
Justin was never one to blush, but with his defenses way down he couldn’t help but redden at her comments. “It would be better than staying here that is for sure.” He replied ready to leave the darkness of the woods. “How far away is the place? I don’t want to be a trouble to you.”
"Trouble?" she snorted with humor. “Demons bring me more trouble than a mere human ever could. Besides, should I leave you here, and come back in the morning to find your body ravaged, that would certainly be trouble.” The Skinwalker tapped his nose playfully before turning away and kneeling to the ground, motioning for him to hop on her back. "Come on now. I don’t want to be late."
He hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly. The woods around him were still making him tense with the thought of anything able to jump out. “Ah… Okay then. I-I mean it’s starting to hurt.” It wasn’t normal that he was stuttering at her flirtatious comment more than fear, but decided to pass the handler comment because too much analysis would freak him out again. “What are we going to do? I mean we are kind of in the middle of the forest.”
At his nod, the woman advanced on him like a cat finding a bowl of milk. What a wonderful treat she found! She could take this human back to Mia an ask to keep him. Maybe have Mia train him in the ways of the Hunter. Aradia backed the poor boy up against a tree, grinning slyly. He was awfully cute; maybe Mia would take a liking to him as well. "I could just carry you, you know. I know these woods like the back of my paw." The Skinwalker traced a finger along the side of his jaw with a chuckle. “It’s a better idea than leaving you out here alone, no?”
Justin threw his hands up in defense. “I-What?” He stuttered again. He totally forgot that he planted his face in the ground not even 30 seconds ago. “How do I know that you’re not going to hurt me?” He questioned as he thought of the creature that was hunting him earlier. But he was feeling the pain creep up his leg. Dammit. He did sprain his ankle, but he was still in a fight or flight mode. “I-I think I’ll be fine…”
"Hurt you?" She blinked, as though not comprehending his fears. What a poor, unfortunate soul to be stuck in the woods. The woman simply stared at him for a long while before laughing. "I would never hurt a human. My Handler wouldn’t appreciate it." Her gaze flitted down to his ankles, pretty certain on which one he had possibly sprained. He was miles in to the forest, and likely his injury could worsen if not looked at soon.
"I promise I won’t bite." her smile turned a little too flirtatious. "Unless you’re in to that sort of thing, of course."