Is it? She spends a few turns trying to decide whether he wants an answer from former Corporal Letty Ortiz, or the Spanish aristocrat she's pretending to be, because the answers are necessarily almost polar opposite. Or, well - not polar opposite. Worded differently, perhaps. Differently motivated.
She smiles and follows Tommy's lead - the lady - and tips her head back and forth as if considering. "Don't know that I'm in a position to be casting aspersions," she hedges, her own dry sense of humor in the words. "But I do believe I find it agreeable, overall."
"Oh, but I'm the smart kind of mongrel," she says, low enough to stay in the momentum of their spin. "I know better than to bite the hand that feeds me."
The way she says it is coy, not as if she really has anything to hide. "I miss my own country, but it's just memory. What I want isn't there anymore. I can be happy here."
She doesn't notice yet, but she will. Her attention - what of it isn't obviously on Tommy or her dancing - is on Kimber.
"Oh, Señor Shelby, that would be too easy wouldn't it?" She hasn't been a playful woman since he's known her, not really, but she does have a mischievous streak, slightly dark. "Let us say that I have everything I need to not be unhappy."
"Señor Shelby," he mutters, eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement.
He likes the sound of that. "As part of the company, señorita Ortiz,
we should all endeavor to keep it at least that way. I hope you do know
that."
The way Letty shifts her own body to cover them better from sight from the rest of the room is automatic, using one hand in her skirts to give that little bit extra that only such garments can; mostly she's twisting to see, though, surprised to see Arthur here.
Her eyes narrow - "Arthur, my God, you can't go anywhere can you -" But she manages to stop herself from touching his cheek at all lest she get blood on her fine lady's hands, settling for his chin instead to hold him steady while she looks. Quickly. She's letting go in less than a three count, making an impatient noise that means she's not happy but it'll keep.
It just has Arthur grinning rakishly, used to the cuts and bruises but not
the chastising attention of a pretty woman in reaction. "Ah, I'm alright,
aren't I? Just a few cuts. He ain't stepping on your feet, is he?"
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She smiles and follows Tommy's lead - the lady - and tips her head back and forth as if considering. "Don't know that I'm in a position to be casting aspersions," she hedges, her own dry sense of humor in the words. "But I do believe I find it agreeable, overall."
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"On the contrary," he tells her, spinning her a little, smiling at her, "I think you're in an excellent position to cast aspersions. Cast away."
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The way she says it is coy, not as if she really has anything to hide. "I miss my own country, but it's just memory. What I want isn't there anymore. I can be happy here."
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"And what do you need, now that you're here, to become happy?"
He starts moving, very slowly, for a back door. He's in no rush, though.
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"Oh, Señor Shelby, that would be too easy wouldn't it?" She hasn't been a playful woman since he's known her, not really, but she does have a mischievous streak, slightly dark. "Let us say that I have everything I need to not be unhappy."
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"Señor Shelby," he mutters, eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. He likes the sound of that. "As part of the company, señorita Ortiz, we should all endeavor to keep it at least that way. I hope you do know that."
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"I'd almost think you were trying to get at something. And not just at the back corner of the room."
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"Only one way to find out," he quips, as they reach the corner and he swiftly opens the sidedoor to the tracks. "Hello there, Arthur."
His brother grins at them, bleeding slowly from a cut to the cheek but seemingly unfazed. "Tommy," he says, "Leticia. Good to see ya."
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Her eyes narrow - "Arthur, my God, you can't go anywhere can you -" But she manages to stop herself from touching his cheek at all lest she get blood on her fine lady's hands, settling for his chin instead to hold him steady while she looks. Quickly. She's letting go in less than a three count, making an impatient noise that means she's not happy but it'll keep.
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It just has Arthur grinning rakishly, used to the cuts and bruises but not the chastising attention of a pretty woman in reaction. "Ah, I'm alright, aren't I? Just a few cuts. He ain't stepping on your feet, is he?"
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"Let me worry about my feet. You two be quick."