Dwayne manages to straighten without sounding too wheezy, a grim smile on his face. "You can take the man out of the military..." he says offhandedly, not missing a beat. Calm and level as though he hadn't just beaten the daylights out of another man. Back into the act, finish the damn job and get out of here. They've already lost enough ground, time to fix it and get out.
"I'd suggest having a look at your security, by the way. Normally, I'd offer a discount to make up for the inconvenience, but since I have a room and can handle this, let's just call this a fair exchange, finish up and be on our way, then?" Turn on the charm, easy and polite and just that tiny bit subservient. It's a damn good thing that Mira is prime stock, or they might have lost the deal, but that little bit of scraping and bowing is enough to smooth things over, thank God.
When they turn and head down the hall with their new prize, leaving Dwayne to deal with the kid, he bites down on a sigh and a curse and drags Josh down the hall like a sack of dirty laundry, not wanting to get caught hauling a man that outweighs him by fifty pounds over his shoulder. Good damn thing the room is on this floor and the help is well-paid not to see anything, because shit, maybe Dwayne is getting too damn old for this after all.
And once they're in the room and the door is locked and latched, then Dwayne hauls his prize (well, not exactly prize, the kid is definitely good-looking but with the trouble he's put Dwayne through so far? Not to mention being young enough to be his son, had Dwayne started sowing his oats fairly early on...) up onto the bed, laying him on his side, then moves the armchair between the bed and the suite's exit. Since he's got a check for the price of one prime werewolf slave in his pocket, he also takes two bottles of ginger ale from the mini-bar and puts one on the nightstand next to his prisoner before sitting down with the other and taking his pistol out. Weapon held loosely and casually, pointed at the floor, Dwayne waits for Josh to come to. Because...yeah. They really need to have a chat.
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"I'd suggest having a look at your security, by the way. Normally, I'd offer a discount to make up for the inconvenience, but since I have a room and can handle this, let's just call this a fair exchange, finish up and be on our way, then?" Turn on the charm, easy and polite and just that tiny bit subservient. It's a damn good thing that Mira is prime stock, or they might have lost the deal, but that little bit of scraping and bowing is enough to smooth things over, thank God.
When they turn and head down the hall with their new prize, leaving Dwayne to deal with the kid, he bites down on a sigh and a curse and drags Josh down the hall like a sack of dirty laundry, not wanting to get caught hauling a man that outweighs him by fifty pounds over his shoulder. Good damn thing the room is on this floor and the help is well-paid not to see anything, because shit, maybe Dwayne is getting too damn old for this after all.
And once they're in the room and the door is locked and latched, then Dwayne hauls his prize (well, not exactly prize, the kid is definitely good-looking but with the trouble he's put Dwayne through so far? Not to mention being young enough to be his son, had Dwayne started sowing his oats fairly early on...) up onto the bed, laying him on his side, then moves the armchair between the bed and the suite's exit. Since he's got a check for the price of one prime werewolf slave in his pocket, he also takes two bottles of ginger ale from the mini-bar and puts one on the nightstand next to his prisoner before sitting down with the other and taking his pistol out. Weapon held loosely and casually, pointed at the floor, Dwayne waits for Josh to come to. Because...yeah. They really need to have a chat.