[His words are quite rote: the familiar gamble of give a little take more. Manners are manners and she takes the flower, inhales it even though the scent to her enhanced sense is almost overpowering at this range, and the image - he probably didn't intend for her to see that. It's another code, it's like she's playing goddamn chess —]
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[His words are quite rote: the familiar gamble of give a little take more. Manners are manners and she takes the flower, inhales it even though the scent to her enhanced sense is almost overpowering at this range, and the image - he probably didn't intend for her to see that. It's another code, it's like she's playing goddamn chess —]
[She's playing chess.]
[Something clicks.]
I'm well aware of your type.
[Idle, as she examines the flower. His move.]