He looks like way too nice a kid to be using that language, but considering Dwayne kidney-checked him...
Oh. Well, that explains why he was here. Dwayne rubs his face again, since Josh clearly missed the wry turn of his comment, and gives a long sigh. He lets Josh sit up as long as he stays on the bed, as long as the distance between them is safe. He doesn't really want to shoot him anyway- nothing the kid has seen is worth killing him over, even if Dwayne had the stomach for it.
"The 'kid' can handle herself, believe me. Not that you have any reason to trust a word I say..." he gestures, making a little throwaway motion with his free hand. "But what you walked into came very close to getting you killed, without having half an idea of what was actually going on. Are you at least getting that much?" He's trying to keep his voice mild, but the stress of pretending to be a cheerful purveyor of human chattel has already used up most of his reserves for the day, and the last place he really wants to be is giving lessons in Underworld 101 to a Junior Batman, no matter how good his swing is.
Dwayne sighs again, and reaches for his ginger ale. God knows his stomach needs it, and he rubs at his beard with the back of his hand before he starts over. The kid means well, but Jesus. "Nice try on the buy, at least. If it had been an open meet, you might have had it. But private sellers get touchy when someone they don't expect comes into an exchange no one else was supposed to know about."
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Date: 2014-08-10 09:49 pm (UTC)Oh. Well, that explains why he was here. Dwayne rubs his face again, since Josh clearly missed the wry turn of his comment, and gives a long sigh. He lets Josh sit up as long as he stays on the bed, as long as the distance between them is safe. He doesn't really want to shoot him anyway- nothing the kid has seen is worth killing him over, even if Dwayne had the stomach for it.
"The 'kid' can handle herself, believe me. Not that you have any reason to trust a word I say..." he gestures, making a little throwaway motion with his free hand. "But what you walked into came very close to getting you killed, without having half an idea of what was actually going on. Are you at least getting that much?" He's trying to keep his voice mild, but the stress of pretending to be a cheerful purveyor of human chattel has already used up most of his reserves for the day, and the last place he really wants to be is giving lessons in Underworld 101 to a Junior Batman, no matter how good his swing is.
Dwayne sighs again, and reaches for his ginger ale. God knows his stomach needs it, and he rubs at his beard with the back of his hand before he starts over. The kid means well, but Jesus. "Nice try on the buy, at least. If it had been an open meet, you might have had it. But private sellers get touchy when someone they don't expect comes into an exchange no one else was supposed to know about."