What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Ruth’s eye narrowed at the mention of a bump, knowing shit must be bad if Nairn was seeking that sweet distraction. No need, he’d snort back, have some that didn’t get burned in a house fire. He wouldn’t ask, and that was maybe part of the man’s reason for coming to Ruth in the first place. He cast a hand out, the bubble of a barrier concealing the two from view or from being overheard.

He was reaching for his satchel when Nairn dropped the bomb. The flap dropped instantly as he mentioned the ‘k’ word. Ruth turned his head to stare at the assassin, dumbfounded with surprise until he let out a long sigh and a whistle. I fuckin’ knew it. I’d heard rumours, well, gossip really, nothing concrete… but, Ruth’s head shook. ...It’s your problem now though. You can’t ignore it. Him? Her? Whatever. They’re a person now.