"Ah," Daemon says. He then tucks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. He studies her from beneath his lashes. "You know?" His lips quirk. "I don't think you need to know anything. I'm just someone you met in a bar. But--I do think we can help each other."
With his chin, he gestures down the sidewalk, away from the alley. "How about we find somewhere that we can chat. It doesn't have to be private. I can make anywhere private. But maybe somewhere that's not the middle of where people are walking?"
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Date: 2020-02-22 03:57 am (UTC)With his chin, he gestures down the sidewalk, away from the alley. "How about we find somewhere that we can chat. It doesn't have to be private. I can make anywhere private. But maybe somewhere that's not the middle of where people are walking?"