* @-demonicprince-
` fancy, arent we? ` ada murmured to herself, inclining her head slightly to catch the window closing. though this might temporarily obstruct her escape, it would never enmesh her for long. she had been regarded throughout her career as someone unobtainable. slippery. the attempt, though, was always a welcome challenge. pondering for a beat, adas lashes lowered, casting a shadow over her cheeks that moved delicately with the swaying lights overhead. right now she wasnt threatened— a mercenary frightened by mere threats of death? how very unheard of. still, she would prefer to avoid any unnecessary sparring.
` i dont talk for nothing, ` ada began. she lifted her gaze, and when she spoke again, her tone was just vaguely sardonic, ` my services go to the highest bidder. so, how much are you paying? `