Colt couldn’t suppress the strong laugh she incited from him. [color=#c10300]“Ha! Now Darlin’, nothing wrong with my wood,” [/color]he’d wink, smirk curling upwards. [color=#c10300]“But I doubt you’re harmless.” [/color]Eyes flickered playfully over her, lips pursing to let out a small whistle of appreciation. [color=#c10300]“And you strike me as a lady who gets what she wants, but I’m also pretty stubborn.” [/color]
His brows rose, defiant. The box still rested against his chest, cupped by his hand. The smile across his face though remained wholly pleasant, unfazed at first though eventually softened. Her silver hair almost matched her silver tongue, and he’d maybe have fallen for it if he himself wasn’t such a good bullshitter. Colt let out a small laugh. [color=#c10300]“Of course I know. It’s a merchant's job to take care of his customers, but I’m aware of the old trick, Miss.”[/color] Nodding to the offered pouch. As much as the jingle and clink of coin itched at his reflexes, Colt kept his calm.
If this was to be a game of sleight of hand, she was going to be sorely disappointed.
He reached out, at first aiming to take the pouch, but quickly, in a flash of movement, Colt snagged her wrist instead, tugging her forward. His head dipped, cheekily pressing his lips to hers in a way to knock her not just off balance but mentally reeling from the invasion. Deftly as he withdrew, he’d toss the box into her eyeline and pluck the coin purse cleanly on his way out. The sway of the canvas behind him was the last sound he heard before his feet launched him into a sprint.
His brows rose, defiant. The box still rested against his chest, cupped by his hand. The smile across his face though remained wholly pleasant, unfazed at first though eventually softened. Her silver hair almost matched her silver tongue, and he’d maybe have fallen for it if he himself wasn’t such a good bullshitter. Colt let out a small laugh. [color=#c10300]“Of course I know. It’s a merchant's job to take care of his customers, but I’m aware of the old trick, Miss.”[/color] Nodding to the offered pouch. As much as the jingle and clink of coin itched at his reflexes, Colt kept his calm.
If this was to be a game of sleight of hand, she was going to be sorely disappointed.
He reached out, at first aiming to take the pouch, but quickly, in a flash of movement, Colt snagged her wrist instead, tugging her forward. His head dipped, cheekily pressing his lips to hers in a way to knock her not just off balance but mentally reeling from the invasion. Deftly as he withdrew, he’d toss the box into her eyeline and pluck the coin purse cleanly on his way out. The sway of the canvas behind him was the last sound he heard before his feet launched him into a sprint.
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