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"What--" Eames looks down at his shirt, he's fairly certain he's never met a drug dealer dressed like this. Maybe some rich asshole fleeing to some country with no extradition treaty? Whatever, he doesn't care.

Okay well, fine. Ghoul clearly doesn't know who he is so he's gonna have to tell him. If only to keep the punk from prying into his less savoury dealings. "I'm the Lord of Autumn," it's not something he sounds too thrilled about either. It's bullshit and he hates it. "I can't exactly have a werewolf following me about when I'm dealing with the wellbeing of my people."

Yeah, the Lord of Autumn sounds so much more professional than a drug dealer. Ghoul arches a brow. "That sounds..." Silly. That's a silly title. It's terrible. "Uh, nice."

Interesting fact, though. He wouldn't have expected someone like Eames to be the... mayor of fae, or whatever the human equivalent would be. But the news doesn't seem to deter Ghoul, because all of a sudden he's shooting Eames a pointed look and asking, "So, what, your people don't like us?"

Wow fuck you, it's a serious title. A serious title for serious fae.

"It's not about like," although they don't, but that's an astoundingly simple take on it and Eames' response is appropriately derisive and flat. "How comfortable would you be if you reached out to someone in confidence and they were being followed?"

Well. Fine, that's a fair point. But...

Ghoul shrugs. "Maybe they wouldn't notice." That's a good one. Comedian of the year right here.

That doesn't even get a response, just a flat stare. You're not cute or funny, Ghoul.

Somehow, the silence is more offensive than a thousand words ever could be. He scoffs. "Oh, fuck you!" He is the cutest and the funniest.

"'M not that bad." Sounds a little more like he's trying to convince himself rather than Eames now, but it's not going to help. He is, indeed, that bad. The truth is a bitter pill, and all that.

Get ready for a lot more rude silence, Ghoul, because Eames still doesn't say anything. Just raises his eyebrows as he takes a sip of his coffee.

See that glare, Eames? That's enough to wither live plants. It's probably even enough to shrivel up slugs from a distance. Pure salt. "Shut your stupid face up." He doesn't know how or why he feels like he's losing a silent fucking argument, but it's happening and it's surreal.

He blows out an aggravated breath, sagging down in his seat. "Fine." He'll just follow him again later and he totally won't even notice next time. How about that.

He shakes his head, still amused by this all and Ghoul's petulance, but either way, "your Alpha made it pretty clear she doesn't want anything to do with us," that's overstating it a little, but still. Katherine didn't want to ally so why the tail?

If they're plotting to kill him they're not very good at it.

Ghoul chews at his bottom lip. Fuck. "You sure?" This is technically more like freelance work, but still, fuck. There are things about Samantha that he's not entirely comfortable with yet, although Ghoul is perfectly aware that this could be nothing more than a case of him being jumpy.

Regardless, he still wants to cover his bases as well as he can, being a one-man operation. He'd prefer to have a pitch ready if he needs to throw one at Katherine. If she's already made up her mind, though...

This must be Eames' fault somehow. "The hell did you do?"

Why doesn't anyone ever trust him not to be the worst? It's like they don't understand he's perfectly capable of being nice and reasonable.

"I had a polite conversation with her, and our interests didn't align."

"Didn't align?" What the hell kind of excuse is that? It's like putting together a puzzle- if you've got two pieces that don't fit, you make them fit. "What'd you want? What'd she want? Did you even offer anything?" Like Eames doesn't know how to negotiate already.

"Why does it matter so much to you?" Eames raises an eyebrow at this kid yelling about this stuff like he knows anything, "five minutes ago you thought I was in the mob."

"Ain't my fault you act like you're in one..." Poor Eames. Will Ghoul's attitude ever relent?

No. No, it will not.

He gives it some sort of effort, though, by scrounging up the decency to explain. His mouth is set in to a grim line while he takes a second to think- he's got to do this in a way that doesn't give away too much information, and also doesn't make him sound like a delicate little baby nerd. "It's just. Y'know, things have been kinda stirred up a lot lately, and I know how fast shit can go wrong. I don't want us to get caught standin' around and holdin' our dicks, because we're gonna be in trouble if we get got one good fuckin' time." The us being the wolves, naturally. He never said his motives weren't primarily selfish. But...

"I kinda like you guys, anyway. You seem all right. And everybody hates you all, too."

Eames huffs a quiet, bitterly amused noise. Whether or not someone likes them has no bearing, friendship holds no quarter in these things. And honestly Eames suspects it means less to the mortals than they'd like to think.

"Shame this isn't about to be a charming story where the underdogs ally and rise above their stations then," he says, sighing, "much as I would've liked."

Ghoul rolls his eyes. "Not with that attitude. Fuckin' downer, man." Ghoul's true colors have started to shine. He's actually just a very vulgar, very destructive Disney princess.

"She might come around. I think I get where she's comin' from, but we'll work at her if we gotta." If nothing shady is going on, then the worst case scenario is that the wolves will be stuck with an annoying cat and his even more annoying witch. Big deal.

Eames just thinks he's being honest, but it's true. The truth is kind of shitty these days. But whatever. He shrugs a shoulder, "why? Where do you think she's coming from?"

You know, other than a platform of 'fuck the vampires before we do anything else'.

That earns Eames a strange look. Psh, isn't it obvious? "Uh? You know..." Solid start, there.

"She wants help against vampires and stuff, but that's just part of it. Like, a big part, but aside from that she's got all of us to worry about. The whole fuckin' pack. I guess I can kinda get why she'd pick somebody who's got more clout in the community than somebody who's kinda hated and got even less land than we do." That's. Not really phrased in the most diplomatic way, but it gets the point across.

Unfortunately, he's not done. "You ain't a very safe option, 'specially since you all can decide to pack up and fuck off to your alternate-universe thing whenever you want, and then we're high and dry." He's finished there, although after a second he adds on as an afterthought, "No offense."

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