You didn't take me at all, m'lord. ( god help us all for that horrible attempt at a prim and proper british accent at the end there. but she's grinning all the same, cheeks flushed as much as his own as her tongue sweeps over her bottom lip. ) But I'm sure you could fix that.
( it's like a bad tinder pick-up line, really, but daisy's always been a little reckless, a little shameless in pursuit of a good time. and while she's not exactly in the frame of mind to do anything remotely approaching emotional connections, hedonism for the sake of it never hurt anybody. besides. she's in space, everyone she's ever cared about is either dead or in some goopy rosalind-price-esque stasis pod, and she's never going back to earth. if she wants to get off with a rowdy pub drinker, she'll damn well do it. it's not like anyone here's going to rat her out for behavior unbecoming of a shield agent. )
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( it's like a bad tinder pick-up line, really, but daisy's always been a little reckless, a little shameless in pursuit of a good time. and while she's not exactly in the frame of mind to do anything remotely approaching emotional connections, hedonism for the sake of it never hurt anybody. besides. she's in space, everyone she's ever cared about is either dead or in some goopy rosalind-price-esque stasis pod, and she's never going back to earth. if she wants to get off with a rowdy pub drinker, she'll damn well do it. it's not like anyone here's going to rat her out for behavior unbecoming of a shield agent. )
You still want that drink?
( because she definitely does. )