#ccsemberclub

"Dearest, whatever did you think -I- was referring to?" blinkblink.

"Pfffff" She says

He chuckles.

"But you take my point?"

"Yes, I suppose. I really hate this, you know that right? The idea that I'm going to have a baby monitor with legs around me at all times?" Arched brow

"Let's be fair. It will be a -lethal- baby monitor." he says reasonably.

"Lovely. Meanwhile I feel like I'm tied up without a safeword"

"Well, I'm happy to oblige...." he stands and starts to roll up his sleeves.

"retract the tentacles, Love Kraken O mine" She taps his nose "You know what i mean"

Another chuckle. "I do, Dearest, and rest assured, we are not resting until this matter is... resolved."

"GOod. I understand the gunmen are dealt with? So we needs punish the Belgain himself?"

"We needs stop him, yes. Of course, he is based in, and presumably IN, Ghent."

"No treaty in Ghent this day" she says archly "But distance is.. a problem"

"Nominally, yes. There are ways around it, of course."

"Yes. I wonder if Sir Earl has been to that country. Course he'd ask questions and Kitten would definitely get nosey"

A small shudder. "Let's not."

"Unless.....?"

His eye sparks "Unless we could somehow blackmail the troll to serve us AND keep it secret from Kitten??"

"You're making me want to kick you in the shin again" She says after a pace "Do we need to make an enemy of Kitten? No. Can Earl lie to her to safe his life? I would say.. no. Would blackmailing a DeBuke have fall out that might keep me from my grand kids if somehow Clem and crew found out? Yes. Or at least keep me from thje farm when the grand kids are there. Probably yes. And you can probably guess how sour THAT would make me"

'Mmph. Alright. I wasn't overly hopeful." he sighs.

"Earl's one of the good trolls, dear. Or at least tolerable" she points out

"Fine, fine, fine...." another sigh "We don't need him anyway; there are many ways to get to Ghent. If we need to, which I'm not sure we do. I want to look into -all- these participants. There may be useful information there."

"How can I help? Act as bait? Seduce a source?"

"We'll see. Possibly both at the same time if that will please you." he offers."

"I do like having some influence on our plots, yes" A nod "Thank you for understanding. I've never been good at helpless damsel. "

He chuckles "I fact I am well aware of. So be it. You accept protection, and we'll safe guard the Club and house, and I will go find out what details I can squeeze from this information. Yes?"

"Yesss.. for now"

"For now. And, I will include you in my findings." he promises.

"Darn right" She says "And I better start carrying"

"Carrying?"

"A gun. " She says

He considers a moment, then nods. "Yes."

"I'm not a bad shot, though I'm a bit rusty" She says "Been awhile sihnce I practiced in fact"

"I'll have Rocco or Hugh take you to a range."

"Not Hugh, it hurts his ears"

"Maybe Ryker" She names the kinain DeBuke "He goes to the range regularly"

"Ryker would be acceptable."

"I'll tell him" she nods then looks at her lover "You want to join me ? We could both use more practice maybe?"

"I... erm... yes. Certainly. That sounds delightful." He smiles.

She looks at him curiously

He smiles broader at her.

"You shot someone recently, I know that much. Why do I not trust your smile?"

"You heard about that, did you?" just a touch sheepishly; he's got nothing to be ashamed off, after all!

"My pint sized rambo? Oh yes. " She a tap of a hoof

Then she kisses him

He adds a grin to his sheepish expression, then hardens it to a scolding look. "You scared the -life- out of me, Callidora."

"Well, when I found out you were in a FIRE Fight , I got scared back. " She points out

"Which, I would not have been in if you had gone INTO the Club." he points out flawlessly.

"Or if you'd gone into the club when I bought you time to get to safety and STAY there , wihle I lead them on a chase. No one MADE you arm up and start in, tex" A humm "We have other security guys you could have called"

He is not distracted from the point. "Callidora, IF I had run into the Club to cower, you would have run, fallen in that alley, been carried off to who knows where but probably ended up in Ghent, but I would have had NO idea where! YOU would have been in the hands of the Evil Belgian Gentlemen, in his stronghold, and I would have had to infiltrate it at a crippling disadvantage and great personal and financial risk not to MENTION explaining it to your family and dealing with THAT." Point, set, match. At least in his eyes.