A sucker for begging and she had said please, he took the remote from her with a frown, pressing the batteries into the back before sliding the cover into place. He studied the thing for a moment, and then he was turning it on the TV, flicking through a couple of channels before turning it off again. It worked, she got what she'd wanted, but he didn't turn to hand it back to her.
Instead, he raised his eyebrows at her, the frown still caught in the corners of his mouth. "Five minutes ago, you wanted me to kill you," he informed her, as if she wasn't perfectly aware of that. "And now you're hitting on me? Mixed signals much, Elle?"
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Date: 2009-09-06 12:25 pm (UTC)Instead, he raised his eyebrows at her, the frown still caught in the corners of his mouth. "Five minutes ago, you wanted me to kill you," he informed her, as if she wasn't perfectly aware of that. "And now you're hitting on me? Mixed signals much, Elle?"