The annoyance in Gaby's voice just makes it better, honestly. Natasha was not on board when they'd told her just what kind of cover they'd established, offering a dozen other potential solutions--not that she minded the idea of being intimately involved with a woman, or even specifically with Gaby; that was obviously no bother at all, just...it seemed so forced. Perhaps it's the intimacy it implied, the construction of a life shared. Of course, she could be good at it. There was very little she wasn't good at. It just...got under her skin. An irritation she found lessened ever so slightly by sharing that irritation with her new partner.
"How fascinating, I'm sure," she all but purrs, deliberately leaving that hand exactly where it is. "I know all about your love of getting your hands dirty. I'd love to leave you two here to keep getting acquainted, but I must steal you away for a moment. Madeleine is here, she was just telling me some news about the Corviere's youngest you simply must hear." Her voice is throaty, pleasant, faintly British--and not at all to be argued with. After all, the words are part of their code, aren't they?
no subject
"How fascinating, I'm sure," she all but purrs, deliberately leaving that hand exactly where it is. "I know all about your love of getting your hands dirty. I'd love to leave you two here to keep getting acquainted, but I must steal you away for a moment. Madeleine is here, she was just telling me some news about the Corviere's youngest you simply must hear." Her voice is throaty, pleasant, faintly British--and not at all to be argued with. After all, the words are part of their code, aren't they?