"Ah-ah, of course you could have sex with a car. What else is the tailpipe for?" He cracks up at that one and buries his face in his hand, sniggering like a schoolboy. Then, cradling his cheek in his hand, he grins across the table at her. "I love teasing you, it's just the best hobby. You make it too easy for me, sweetheart. If you don't want me teasing you, don't ask for it."
Ah, victim blaming. Just as easy as actually teasing her.
Richard reaches beneath the table and pinches her calf at that one, arching a brow. "Ah-ah, there shall be no stabbing of your father, young lady, nor joking about doing so. I don't want to have to ground you for the rest of your life." And by 'ground her', he of course means 'lock her in a cellar'. Suddenly there's that wicked look in his eyes again. "Knives are only toys in special circumstances."
Considering the fact that she was overcome with the urge to stick a paintbrush in his neck last week, he'd rather head future stabbing urges off at the pass. And that includes jokes about stabbing him. No matter how oddly sexy he finds them. Granted, his attempts probably won't do much good to quell stabby urges, but hey, at least he's trying, right?
"Well," he says, his grin returning with just a hint of a leer, "maybe you should pay attention tonight, babydoll. Then you can find out."
In the back of the restaurant, one waiter trails into the kitchen, and then another, and it's almost go-time. He glances innocently down to his phone, fingertip swiping across the touchscreen. "Speaking of, I need to find some motels and call them to make sure they have rooms. Ones we can be at by...oh, let's say nine or ten."
Yeah, totally looking up maps. That's exactly what is happening right now. He's not getting ready to start up the camera. Nope. Lookin' for places to stay.
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Date: 2012-08-12 11:18 pm (UTC)Ah, victim blaming. Just as easy as actually teasing her.
Richard reaches beneath the table and pinches her calf at that one, arching a brow. "Ah-ah, there shall be no stabbing of your father, young lady, nor joking about doing so. I don't want to have to ground you for the rest of your life." And by 'ground her', he of course means 'lock her in a cellar'. Suddenly there's that wicked look in his eyes again. "Knives are only toys in special circumstances."
Considering the fact that she was overcome with the urge to stick a paintbrush in his neck last week, he'd rather head future stabbing urges off at the pass. And that includes jokes about stabbing him. No matter how oddly sexy he finds them. Granted, his attempts probably won't do much good to quell stabby urges, but hey, at least he's trying, right?
"Well," he says, his grin returning with just a hint of a leer, "maybe you should pay attention tonight, babydoll. Then you can find out."
In the back of the restaurant, one waiter trails into the kitchen, and then another, and it's almost go-time. He glances innocently down to his phone, fingertip swiping across the touchscreen. "Speaking of, I need to find some motels and call them to make sure they have rooms. Ones we can be at by...oh, let's say nine or ten."
Yeah, totally looking up maps. That's exactly what is happening right now. He's not getting ready to start up the camera. Nope. Lookin' for places to stay.