"I don't trust it, it's too quiet," Zana said with a grin as she put a glass of brandy in his hands and sat next to him with a glass of wine for herself. Tapping her glass to his, she lifted it slightly and added, "cheers," with a grin. By the time the two of them had got home following their meeting with Patrick it was dark outside. Brandi and Billie were asleep in the bedroom; after Zana had peeked in to check they were alright she had closed the door quietly. "I'd say they've been getting to know each other better." Rolling her eyes at Theo she considered that Brandi would push every boundary Zana had given her. Yet, there was a bottom line, "I told her no men. And it's good that Billie's feeling frisky."
In fairness, it had only been twenty trials since Brandi had turned up, but the young woman was so very there that it felt like a lot longer. Sipping the cold wine before she put the glass down, Zana glanced at him. "You know, I get to grumble about being exhausted, but I've said from trial one that my job is better than yours. Keeping those two in line must be like teaching cats to synchronized swim." Motioning with her head to the bedroom, Zana chuckled, "and now they're doing that, even moreso."
Thinking back to the conversation with Patrick, Zana considered for a while, thinking about what he'd said. "I've been thinking," she put her hand into his, as much to stop herself getting distracted by him and his proximity and to force herself to keep her hands still. "I could use these abilities in a much more subtle way. Gathering information, like Patrick is talking about." It was a dangerous game, there was no doubting it, but more than that, it was a game that Zana hadn't played before.
"I've never done that, so that we're clear." Zana considered, thinking through what she was thinking. "But, for example, when Tom introduced the idea of Len as a client," Tom, their neighbour, had spent a lot of time watching Theo's house once Zana and Billie had moved in, which had given them the idea of setting up a client base here. They were going to be leaving as soon as the building and bank situation was ready and they would bring the clients with them. It also meant that Zana had started working again following the brutal attack at the beginning of the season, they'd made a lot of money and Theo had become very popular. She now had a number of very regular clients, include Tom, his friend Len, a young couple down the street and another couple who were their friends.
"Well, he told me things about Len. Clients do. I mean, they talk afterwards anyhow at first because they feel awkard, but then because they've grown used to talking afterwards." Strange, but there it was. "Tom was pretty usual," Zana smiled as she remembered. "He told me Len had a number of affairs while his wife was alive. Made him sound very sordid. Assured me that I was the first woman other than his wife he's had sex with in twenty arcs." Zana quite believed him, she explained with a serious expression. "I told him that we could ask you if his wife could join us, next time, and he discovered he wasn't as tired as he thought."
What occurred to her, now, though, was not that she had used the prospect of one man with two women as a means of arousing interest in her client, but it was what else she could have done. "I could have found out a lot more about Len, he wanted to tell me. Is that the kind of thing we're talking about?" Would that be something they wanted to do, she asked and, if so, would her abilities be useful? Come to that, she wondered, how did they know what was good information and what wasn't?
In fairness, it had only been twenty trials since Brandi had turned up, but the young woman was so very there that it felt like a lot longer. Sipping the cold wine before she put the glass down, Zana glanced at him. "You know, I get to grumble about being exhausted, but I've said from trial one that my job is better than yours. Keeping those two in line must be like teaching cats to synchronized swim." Motioning with her head to the bedroom, Zana chuckled, "and now they're doing that, even moreso."
Thinking back to the conversation with Patrick, Zana considered for a while, thinking about what he'd said. "I've been thinking," she put her hand into his, as much to stop herself getting distracted by him and his proximity and to force herself to keep her hands still. "I could use these abilities in a much more subtle way. Gathering information, like Patrick is talking about." It was a dangerous game, there was no doubting it, but more than that, it was a game that Zana hadn't played before.
"I've never done that, so that we're clear." Zana considered, thinking through what she was thinking. "But, for example, when Tom introduced the idea of Len as a client," Tom, their neighbour, had spent a lot of time watching Theo's house once Zana and Billie had moved in, which had given them the idea of setting up a client base here. They were going to be leaving as soon as the building and bank situation was ready and they would bring the clients with them. It also meant that Zana had started working again following the brutal attack at the beginning of the season, they'd made a lot of money and Theo had become very popular. She now had a number of very regular clients, include Tom, his friend Len, a young couple down the street and another couple who were their friends.
"Well, he told me things about Len. Clients do. I mean, they talk afterwards anyhow at first because they feel awkard, but then because they've grown used to talking afterwards." Strange, but there it was. "Tom was pretty usual," Zana smiled as she remembered. "He told me Len had a number of affairs while his wife was alive. Made him sound very sordid. Assured me that I was the first woman other than his wife he's had sex with in twenty arcs." Zana quite believed him, she explained with a serious expression. "I told him that we could ask you if his wife could join us, next time, and he discovered he wasn't as tired as he thought."
What occurred to her, now, though, was not that she had used the prospect of one man with two women as a means of arousing interest in her client, but it was what else she could have done. "I could have found out a lot more about Len, he wanted to tell me. Is that the kind of thing we're talking about?" Would that be something they wanted to do, she asked and, if so, would her abilities be useful? Come to that, she wondered, how did they know what was good information and what wasn't?
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