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"yes," she tells him, choosing not to go into details. She had managed to lift the werewolf curse he'd been saddled with after an attack, and that returned him to full-human status. "But he knows about our kinds." So there was no need to hide anything. rooming with someone oblivious about the details would be murder.

"He'll be back around the end of the month," she explained. "I'd like you to meet him." So that Cooper could get the okay to come over. "I can cook." please make this painless.

"sorry about that- can't imagine Cooper would be too happy." Unless she charged him. "got to keep work work." Okay so she wants to brag about her boyfriend a bit.

Juliet perks up and so does Nancy. "Eames- you shouldn't have-" but all protests die immediately when she opens the box. "oh my god- these are beautiful." she runs a hand over the metal carefully, as she had always witnessed Fagin do.

Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about hiding any details about who or what he was. He took a sip of wine, mulling over this new turn of events. He could either be sour and sulk about this information or he could set it aside for right now and enjoy the day with Nancy. He didn't want to spoil anything. So he was going to be a mature, responsible adult about this and try to accept the fact that his girlfriend was going to be living with another man.

"Alright. I'll be nice." Well, as close to nice as Cooper was bound to come with someone he felt threatened by. He set down his wine and slipped his hands around Nancy's waist, pulling her close to him. "But if he's better-lookin' than I am, all bets are off." He was only half-joking.

Well, shit. Kyle was really really hot...

"I only have eyes for you, I promise," she says seriously. "last I checked he had a girlfriend, anyway." and she had standards about not cheating. Unless it was work then all money was green.

She moves in close to him. "I know you'll be on your best behavior." She gave him a quick kiss, leaving lipstick on his cheek.

He tries to take comfort in Nancy's words. She's never lied to him intentionally, and if she says she's faithful, than he'll take her word for it. It's this mysterious Kyle that Cooper has is concerns over. Nancy was a beautiful girl and lord only knows what someone might think of living with her, seeing her in the morning in her pajamas or when she's just stepped out of the shower in nothing but a towel...well, at least now his train of thought had gone somewhere else.

He rubs out the spot on his cheek and picks his wine back up. "You be careful out there right now. It won't matter where you're staying if the wrong vamp gets a hold of you." He now has a personal stake in Harris' ridiculous edict that the vampires could feed off of whoever they wanted. Nancy's job has always been a risky one, but now it's doubly so.

"I always am." she pointed at the charm on her necklace. No mind control for her, thanks. "I survived you, didn't I?" A joke, she didn't blame him for the fae blood incident.

But she knows how dangerous it is. If it hadn't been for Natasha, Kenzi would have likely drained her completely. "I can just use your name, no one wants to mess with the girl of an Earl, do they?" she hoped. She had always been a target, it seemed.

It's an uncomfortably familiar mannerism to see, but Eames brushes it aside and waves off the protest and such with a dismissive hand. Giving tokens is practically second nature to him, when someone's been particularly helpful or useful.

"Who's Cooper?" He asks instead, not actually entirely interested in the answer, and definitely not as much as this cat who's just rolled over and clearly needs some belly rubs, but it's polite to ask.

Yes, good, he is picking up what she is laying down and Juliet is trapping him. She sets the box aside carefully.

"Cooper," she says with a pause for dramatic effect, "happens to be my new boyfriend." She lights up thinking about him.

That gets a noncommittal noise in response from Eames. It's not that he doesn't care he just... Doesn't actually care. It's probably not the response she's looking for, but he already knows she has terrible taste in friends — present company, for example — so unless the guy's a liability? Whatever.

Sorry Nancy, "oh" is pretty much the sum total of his thoughts on the matter.

Gee, thanks. She sits back in the couch and briefly crosses her arms like the grumpy teenager she is. You're really bad at being a dad, Eames. So bad.

So she'll finish her glass of wine. "More wine?"

He winces when she jokes about him getting high off fae blood. Still, she's long-since forgiven him for that, so he'll let pass by. It's just water under the bridge now. He'll never be quite that foolish ever again.

"This is true. There's a few advantages t'being high up in the nest." If he had to throw his weight around to make sure Nancy stayed safe, then he would do so gladly. Lord only knew he didn't use his position often enough as it was.

She catches the wince, and softens the blow with another kiss, this time on his lips. Damn, she's missed being able to kiss people. It's such a silly thing, but it's so intimate to her. The one thing she won't do with just anyone.

"Next thing I know, you'll be running the whole show." Please don't. she's already friends with too many people too high up in too many factions.

...wait.

Lancelot is in a difficult situation.

Gilbert Norrell had very obvious enemies, very obvious groups that disliked him, and Lancelot doesn't want to stereotype or paint people with a broad brush of assumption but those people are the most likely suspects.

Both the Fae and Circle Midnight had every reason to dislike Gilbert Norrell and want him gone. The problem was, he'd already fallen from grace. Gilbert Norrell had been losing power.

Why still attack him?

It didn't quite add up.

The investigation is slow going and cautious. Nobody wants to point a finger of blame in the wrong direction and stir things up, especially not the Night Council. It could be a political nightmare if they stepped wrong. But the fact of the matter was, the fae at least were still suspects.

As was someone else.

Nancy isn't the easiest person to find, because Lancelot has no idea where she lives. He does, however, know what she does for a living -- and that makes narrowing it down a little easier. Not that he suspects she'll appreciate being interrupted at work, but he can't help that.

He's dressed down for the night, trying not to stand out -- all faded jeans and a short sleeved shirt in the summer heat. It's luck as much as anything that he finally tracked her down, because somehow he doesn't expect she'd agree to meet him willingly if he'd tried.

It would be suspicious. It should be.

Lancelot offers her a smile and tilts his head questioningly, hoping to silently encourage her over and that she won't bolt.

Nancy knows it's a real possibility she'll be a suspect. she's nineteen and she's been a criminal for fourteen of those years. She knows how this sort of thing works and she's prepared for it. Eames got her an alibi and it was air tight.

what she didn't expect, however, was to be approached at work. Approached by not only a member of the council, but a police officer. and approached by a friend at that. Seeing him, she knows deep down what it's about.

But she can lie with the best of them.

Bidding the man she was speaking with a goodbye, she carefully approached Lance. "Hey," she says with a smile. "What's going on?" Super casual. Super casual. "Haven't seen you for a while. No Lily?" she tries not to look too disappointed.

He wrinkles his nose at that, shrugs slightly.

"It's been a busy month. Lily's hiding in the kitchen. She has a lot of fur and it's very hot at the moment. Kitchen tiles are cool. I might take her for a trim if the heat keeps up."

Which is true enough, although he isn't entirely sure how well she'll take to that. Possibly about as well as she takes to having a bath. He shoves one hand into his pocket and gestures vaguely over his shoulder with the other, lofting an eyebrow questioningly.

"Do you have five minutes?"

Or ten, depending.

Nancy shakes her head. "poor girl. I could see about some sort of cooling potion, if you wanted." butter him up a bit, why not.

she glances up at him. "Sure- I'm between customers anyway. What's up?" Still as casual as can be.

a pause. "if this is about your party, I'm sorry I caused a scene." Not about what she said, though.

"Always."

Oh, he was supposed to ask, wasn't he. Eames looks down at Juliet, but the cat has nothing to offer to this situation and he sighs, "so, this Cooper. Who is he?"

She fills the glass for him.

"He's the Earl of Holloway." So he was a vampire. with some power to his name. "We've known each other for over a year now, and somehow he developed feelings for me." She shrugs it off. "He's wonderful- short, blond, Irish. Real good heart and cares about me." And that made her happy. Obviously.

"He used to be a client." If that answers the question he's bound to ask. "Just blood, though." which changed things, somehow.

"Earl of Holloway." Eames leans forward to put his glass down for fear of breaking it and nods his head slowly. It's like she's gone and made one of the worst decisions humanly possible.

"That's..." Dumb? Foolish? Going to end badly? He frowns, looking for the best thing to say. "I see."

She won't tell him about the man-sized dent in the wall, then.

"what?" Nancy challenges him. It's clear he isn't happy for her. "I'm allowed to date people."

"Dating people isn't the issue." As much as he'd question if it's wise with her work, if they can handle it then great.

This, on the other hand? He shakes his head.

"Then what is?" because clearly there was one if he used the term "the issue."

"I know you don't like vampires, but he's nothing if not kind to me." and once or twice, frightening.

"Oh, of course he's kind." And it takes a lot for him not to wrinkle his nose in distaste at the word. If that's all that mattered then there'd probably be significantly less trouble around. "He's also hardwired to see you as food before he sees a person."

She gave him a look. "I'm far more than that to him, I promise you." so he got a free, willing meal now. "But he does love me. As a person- not like his favorite cut of steak."

There's so, so much more he wants to say, but he can already see there's no point. It's disappointing — he'd thought she was smarter than this — but she's young and she's human. Pretty much the two worst traits a person can have when it comes to decision making.

"Well I'd question if it's smart to persue a relationship with a client, but I guess if he's so kind then it doesn't matter."

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