[He will most certainly outwit her; she is no expert at manipulation, no matter how willing she might be now. So much of what she's already done has been in the name of distracting him, when he was enemy number one. And things are different here; he's likely to see right through her.
He's right; she is afraid, distantly. She has every right to be afraid.
It's not him she's afraid of.
She reaches behind her back to pull down the zipper of her dress, slipping out of it before she ever pulls anything from behind the closet door. She selects two choices, both dresses with short skirts, one a bright red, the other a seafoam green color. She spins with one hanger in each hand, presenting them to his back.]
Well, you killed your parents, not to mention they were kind of the worst, so why would you need to? [She clears her throat.] Which one doesn't scream 'I became an orphan this week'?
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He's right; she is afraid, distantly. She has every right to be afraid.
It's not him she's afraid of.
She reaches behind her back to pull down the zipper of her dress, slipping out of it before she ever pulls anything from behind the closet door. She selects two choices, both dresses with short skirts, one a bright red, the other a seafoam green color. She spins with one hanger in each hand, presenting them to his back.]
Well, you killed your parents, not to mention they were kind of the worst, so why would you need to? [She clears her throat.] Which one doesn't scream 'I became an orphan this week'?