[ Part of her truly loves Shaw being in a good mood. He's freely considerate of her when he is, despite being so entirely wrapped up in himself all she has to do is lean in to him and bat her pretty blue eyes and she can get whatever she wants, so long as she says please the way he likes. She knows well what he likes, and he, just as she does, enjoys power. He enjoys the control, enjoys the thrill of having everything beneath his fingertips.
Honestly, she'd thought he'd never be able to pull it off. Not without her by his side. But then he was there, of course, grinning that serpentine smile. "Emma, you wouldn't believe what's happened."
You never want to say that to a telepath. ]
It's phenomenal, dear. [ She's nursing a martini, ice-cold and only just shaken, her heels slipping off in her hands as she curls her legs beneath her. She watches him closely, watches the way in which he smiles. If she'd been more fond of him, she'd have thought it was cute.
She thinks it's cute nonetheless.
He speaks as if he's explaining such a grandiose, complicated plan. One of which Emma really needs no introduction, doesn't even particularly care to listen. She knows it backwards and forwards, practically fine-tuned the more complicated parts of his plan, and it's terribly cute that he's so shocked that it worked. It would have gone off better, had she been around, but that particular bitterness has already reared it's ugly head; she doesn't need to rehash it at the moment. Perhaps when she needs a new purse. ]
Of course, darling. Of course you didn't. [ Because she did. She knew fully well, nuclear radiation would force humanity to adapt faster in order to carry their species. Mutants in close proximity, a la Genosha, would be able to repopulate quicker, with a much higher rate of producing a mutant. She smiles at him, almost condescending in the face of his boyish excitement and wide grin on his lips. ] I'm so proud of you.
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Honestly, she'd thought he'd never be able to pull it off. Not without her by his side. But then he was there, of course, grinning that serpentine smile. "Emma, you wouldn't believe what's happened."
You never want to say that to a telepath. ]
It's phenomenal, dear. [ She's nursing a martini, ice-cold and only just shaken, her heels slipping off in her hands as she curls her legs beneath her. She watches him closely, watches the way in which he smiles. If she'd been more fond of him, she'd have thought it was cute.
She thinks it's cute nonetheless.
He speaks as if he's explaining such a grandiose, complicated plan. One of which Emma really needs no introduction, doesn't even particularly care to listen. She knows it backwards and forwards, practically fine-tuned the more complicated parts of his plan, and it's terribly cute that he's so shocked that it worked. It would have gone off better, had she been around, but that particular bitterness has already reared it's ugly head; she doesn't need to rehash it at the moment. Perhaps when she needs a new purse. ]
Of course, darling. Of course you didn't. [ Because she did. She knew fully well, nuclear radiation would force humanity to adapt faster in order to carry their species. Mutants in close proximity, a la Genosha, would be able to repopulate quicker, with a much higher rate of producing a mutant. She smiles at him, almost condescending in the face of his boyish excitement and wide grin on his lips. ] I'm so proud of you.