09-05-2013, 06:12 AM
Vixen frowned. He didn't take her seriously. "You think I'm joking. I'll give you a freebee. My private tutor growing up was a decorated war veteran. I've never been in the military, but I've been trained as well as any soldier. My father wanted a boy." She told him, only half joking. Her Irish accent was more pronounced now that she wasn't hiding her identity. "Now, don't expect me to talk on your terms. You don't control me, and if I don't want to answer a question, I won't. We are going to have a rational conversation like two mature adults, or we won't talk at all. Thuiscint?" She said conversationally, as if there weren't a gun pointing at her head.
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