everyone's a whore
Cian smirked at that. Whether it was a condescending gesture or one of amusement was hard to say. "Is that right." He murmured conversationally, though clearly he wasn't looking for an answer to his question, having it already.
"How to run a brothel, for one." Cian said easily, his accent a dry and dusty fog around the words. "Haven't ever done that. Owned a few, never run one." His shoulders shrugged. Raising the newly filled glass to his lips again and taking another sip, he regarded Phoebe over the rim of the glass with an amused frown. "No? And just what sort of a man do I strike you as?"
"How to run a brothel, for one." Cian said easily, his accent a dry and dusty fog around the words. "Haven't ever done that. Owned a few, never run one." His shoulders shrugged. Raising the newly filled glass to his lips again and taking another sip, he regarded Phoebe over the rim of the glass with an amused frown. "No? And just what sort of a man do I strike you as?"
THE EYE
we just sell different parts of ourselves
