It can't hurt. [He baits, leading Jack into the crowd, his eyes always searching his face, as if cautiously mesmerized. The steps to the dance are choreographed so that everyone moves as a whole, coming together and splintering apart, like a subtle courtship. It makes it so that they are constantly in revolutions about each other, but still close enough to exchange slivers of conversation.
It is helping to keep things enticing. Booker, after all, likes the chase.
Sure, he was technically here to do a job. But that doesn't mean he can't mix work with pleasure, right?]
See? Hardly that bad. Would it kill you to smile? [He brushes by him, temporarily trading partners with someone else, shoulders grazing. This is how Booker always moves - simultaneously within and without. He is a paradox. An impossible man.]
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It is helping to keep things enticing. Booker, after all, likes the chase.
Sure, he was technically here to do a job. But that doesn't mean he can't mix work with pleasure, right?]
See? Hardly that bad. Would it kill you to smile? [He brushes by him, temporarily trading partners with someone else, shoulders grazing. This is how Booker always moves - simultaneously within and without. He is a paradox. An impossible man.]