[ He knows these blue eyes. Has seen them before in countless women, some of them young like her. She's not too young, though, just enough to be her own person, with room left for him to make of her whatever the fuck he wants. Frank's not the one to go to for a healthy dynamic, as evidenced by the flood of memories from moments ago, and neither is she.
A smile with an amused exhale, he lets his gaze drop. He speaks as though they've known each other, like he's her father's best friend, seeing her in a new light when the sky's gone dark. Not quite paternal, not quite authoritative — just a question that can't ever have a correct answer, because that's the point. Anyone who thinks they've earned Frank's attention usually gets what they deserve. ]
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A smile with an amused exhale, he lets his gaze drop. He speaks as though they've known each other, like he's her father's best friend, seeing her in a new light when the sky's gone dark. Not quite paternal, not quite authoritative — just a question that can't ever have a correct answer, because that's the point. Anyone who thinks they've earned Frank's attention usually gets what they deserve. ]
What did you have.
[ How many drinks, Jem. How many delicacies. ]