She nuzzled into his chest, taking in both words and his scent as comfort. He was right. He was involved with this no matter what she did. There was even that possibility that people would rush him at anytime when he was alone. Jacob was by all means no weakling, but this was different..and the kids...What if they decided to attack the school?
Oh good gravy...She was getting soft. At this rate, he was going to end up somehow getting her in a sunday dress. That'll be the day, oh yeah. Living a 'normal' life was hard, but rewarding. At least she wouldn't be getting shot at every other day after this crap was over.
And then as he spoke about his last concern, she knew it was coming. There it was; he didn't approve of her killing Donovan. Most people would have shoved him away and asked if he had been dropped on his head. Ahem, most mercenaries would have asked that. She on the other hand somewhat understood his conflict. That, and he probably wasn't going to be satisfied with no, you're not coming with me because if anything he'd probably follow her anyway. She also hated saying no to him.
"Help me god, oy'm gettin soft..." she muttered under her breath and sighed. "Oy' bet knockin' you out an stringin' you up isn' gonna work eoither," No, it wasn't going to be that way either. Hmmmgh. "...Well, they can't do anythin' mor to me if they're ded, am I right?" She waited for a hopeful response. "No? Not even a lil'?" Good gravy it was like wanting to get a new set of gear and Jacob was sitting there with the wifely duty of telling her no, it's too expensive.
She scratched her head. Killing him would be the easiest thing to do but...That's it. Lenn had no conscience so doing things like murder and torture had nothing over her...But it most certainly had something over people with such a sense. So maybe this was a good thing...Sort of. He was going to be there as her conscience; her little shoulder angel that stopped her from going too far. "Okay look...Oy' promise oy'll do my best not to waste him, but if he gives me no choice, oy' will gun 'em down. How's that fer starters?"
Oh good gravy...She was getting soft. At this rate, he was going to end up somehow getting her in a sunday dress. That'll be the day, oh yeah. Living a 'normal' life was hard, but rewarding. At least she wouldn't be getting shot at every other day after this crap was over.
And then as he spoke about his last concern, she knew it was coming. There it was; he didn't approve of her killing Donovan. Most people would have shoved him away and asked if he had been dropped on his head. Ahem, most mercenaries would have asked that. She on the other hand somewhat understood his conflict. That, and he probably wasn't going to be satisfied with no, you're not coming with me because if anything he'd probably follow her anyway. She also hated saying no to him.
"Help me god, oy'm gettin soft..." she muttered under her breath and sighed. "Oy' bet knockin' you out an stringin' you up isn' gonna work eoither," No, it wasn't going to be that way either. Hmmmgh. "...Well, they can't do anythin' mor to me if they're ded, am I right?" She waited for a hopeful response. "No? Not even a lil'?" Good gravy it was like wanting to get a new set of gear and Jacob was sitting there with the wifely duty of telling her no, it's too expensive.
She scratched her head. Killing him would be the easiest thing to do but...That's it. Lenn had no conscience so doing things like murder and torture had nothing over her...But it most certainly had something over people with such a sense. So maybe this was a good thing...Sort of. He was going to be there as her conscience; her little shoulder angel that stopped her from going too far. "Okay look...Oy' promise oy'll do my best not to waste him, but if he gives me no choice, oy' will gun 'em down. How's that fer starters?"
