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[motherflocker]

The woman who walked into his office was a vision. Something straight out of the Pirates of Penzance if it had an all-female troupe. Lovely. He couldn't help but smile, despite her showing up in his office, without his permission, and unannounced.

"I should say so," he spoke casually, hoisting Percival to his desk, the bird in umbrella form, nobody had ever figured out when he carried a bird and when he carried merely a gun. They didn't need to know.

"Now, how is it that you've managed to get your way in here, and what, precisely, would a lovely woman such as yourself want?"

[backstabbing]

Isabela smirked, taking a rather casual look around, approaching his desk in a nonchalant pace. Her hands were at her hips and she looked, well, entirely too comfortable, as though she knew there wasn't any danger of her poking around.

"If I told you how, then that would ruin the mystique of it all." She's at his desk now, picking up a random knickknack to fiddle around with as she talked.

"As for what I want, well, I suppose I can tell you. Part of it, at least. I simply wanted to see the man behind the weaponry, that's all." She put the object down.

It wasn't as simple as that, of course, but it was a start. And an answer to his question.

[motherflocker]

He smiled, leaning back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. He watched her move, appreciative.

Well, Oswald wasn't that different, after all.

"So, you've bought some of our items, have you? My dear, I should hardly think that requires meeting me, do you? Anonymous sources are a blessing, especially when they always provide well-made goods, hm?"

There was a sharp edge to his voice. He was not to be discovered. He was not to be found. His voice was somewhat sharp, his fingers drummed on his desk, and his cigarette was being pulled to a string of ashes far quicker than a leisurely smoke would entail.

[backstabbing]

She took note of his tone, but it only caused her smirk to grow coy. She braced both hands on his desk as she leaned forward against it, watching him with an interested gaze.

"Oh believe me, I know. Lucky for you, I'm not much of a gossip." It's a lie, she's an awful gossip...but not when it comes to keeping secrets that benefit her. She's a woman who knows how to keep her mouth shut.

Her stance shifted and she removed her hands from his desk now, taking a seat across from him, half tempted to prop her legs up on his desk as though to assert her comfort towards this situation. But she refrained for the moment, instead crossing her legs and leaning forward once again. Half out of comfort, the other half to give him a view. Tsk. Looks like she ruffled his feathers. How fun.

"You want me to leave?"

[motherflocker]

Oswald watched her, eyebrow lifting only slightly. Unfazed on the outside, but my did he appreciate a good view. If there was one part of his lifestyle that actually had suffered through the years, it had been his ability to indulge in more...carnal pleasures. A shame, as well.

"I do think that I would enjoy your company, Captain. Tell me, how have my goods fared for you?"