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"His name is Wes." She offers weakly.

Does he have to ask again?

"...huh?"

"In the bar is one of the devil's apprentices. He needed a body, went through the body catalog and decided yours looked the best. So he bought it."

Ah. That seems to have gotten through.

"...My...actual...?"

"Yeah. I guess...um...I guess they put the skin back on or something..."

"The...skin..." he repeats, numbly.

"..."

"Yeah..." She looks at him carefully, touching his cheek. "You okay?"

"Ye....es," he says slowly.

"Uh. You... And you talked? To him?"

"Yeah...I just saw him outta the corner of my eye, thought it was you, called him baby. Madness ensued. But yeah..."

"And he's...just walking around."

Warren's lips are pressed together in a straight line.

"Good. Great. Good for him."

She hadn't meant for it to make him sad, but now that he is she can see why it'd be upsetting.

She kisses his forehead. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't do it," he murmurs, distractedly.

"Nobody did. It's just a thing. Whatever."

He's not upset, exactly. He's...jealous?

"Um...so do you think I could convince you to take dance lessons with me?" She asks weakly, looking for a distraction.

His head jerks in her direction.

"Dance? Like...ballet?" He asks, incredulously.

"No like...ballroom type dancing stuff...me in your arms.

"I want you to meet my friend Archie and his girlfriend Svava so yeah."

"Do they know how to?"

He doesn't want to be the only one who sucks.

"Not so much from the impression Svava gave me. Archie knows...drunk 1800's sailor dancing...but yeah. Besides, this way if we get married we'll know how to danace."

"Or we could elope," he suggests.

She frowns. "We can't elope..." She looks very upset at this idea. "I want a big wedding...with a cake...and a dress...and..."

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Oh good God..."

And it was this reaction she'd been afraid of...Warren could talk about it, yes, but...she couldn't make herself believe he'd ever actually marry her.

She frowns.

In actuality he's calculating.

$1500 in credit on his tab now...

Wedding stuff costs...well, lots, that much he knows.

Maybe he could somehow rob something. Just a little something. A tiny little something no one would ever, ever miss...

But the woman pays for the wedding. She just wants a nice ring...one that'll more than double his tab...heh...but still...

"Warren..."

The woman's father. And Warren's your daddy now, Kitten. He reluctantly tears himself away from math.

"Yeah?"

"Baby...if you're not ready to talk about this we don't have to okay?"

She looks pained to say this though. She hadn't been meaning to get her hopes up but...