"Hell yeah I caught on here! I'm a good shot. You should see me in action sometime." Lalo is an impressively accurate shot, even for a movie target, and he's been practicing. Especially because he knows how to butcher a bird.
He watches her lean back on his couch with interesting. Making herself at home. Almost like she owns the place. But he sensed her trepidation earlier, and she doesn't seem stupid enough to just let her guard down like this, with all of their history and the way she keeps breaking in. She has to know what he can do. So that means...
Lalo leans back against the sink, casually. Loose, elbows jutting out backwards while he practically lounges. Not in a hurry to get the pheasant, apparently. He smiles with his eyes and just the smallest corners of his mouth.
"Don't be nervous," he says. "I'm not going to poison you." A wink. She spreads out when she's scared, he notes. Almost like a cat trying to make itself look bigger.
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He watches her lean back on his couch with interesting. Making herself at home. Almost like she owns the place. But he sensed her trepidation earlier, and she doesn't seem stupid enough to just let her guard down like this, with all of their history and the way she keeps breaking in. She has to know what he can do. So that means...
Lalo leans back against the sink, casually. Loose, elbows jutting out backwards while he practically lounges. Not in a hurry to get the pheasant, apparently. He smiles with his eyes and just the smallest corners of his mouth.
"Don't be nervous," he says. "I'm not going to poison you." A wink. She spreads out when she's scared, he notes. Almost like a cat trying to make itself look bigger.