She was trying hard, and Rodin briefly wondered if this were a more pricey item. It wouldn’t surprise him—often, the clothes with the least material cost the most. As if cutting away at the material was where the skill lay.
Like an efficient removal demanded higher fees than a messy killing that brought death to others. Like the single, fatal thrust was worth more than a rain of bludgeoning.
“I’m not really into showing myself off.” He tried to sound unsure of himself. He thought there might be an opportunity to learn something here.
“No?” She hesitated. “You seem like a nice young man.” He almost laughed—he would never have considered himself young, although he probably was in comparison to this woman. And he could forgive her attempted flattery. All part of her role. “Forgive my i
