"Yes, I am saying I'd never guessed." Jaina folded her arms across her chest. The interesting things that did to the swell of her breasts, along with the touch of pique in her voice, stirred yet more of those feelings that he couldn't fully understand.

"Come on, Jade. I thought you knew, that's all. You kept making those backhanded comments about me being jealous."

"Yeah, of me! Jealous of me. I'd have never thought you were jealous of..." She caught his eye. "Of him. Of Ice."

"More fool you. And lucky Ice... yet again. Always lucky. Looks, loot and ladies, right? What more could you want in a man?" So why are you here, miss tall and red avenger? Why here, with me?

"Why don't you tell me, Weft? What can you offer that Suitov can't?"

He let his eyes wander down her long legs while he figured out what to say. Those long, muscled legs in her ripped jeans. On second thought, that wasn't helping. He looked towards the door instead. Then back to her. Jaina's eyes were... he'd found them horribly tacky at first, but when you looked into them, really looked, you could... He pulled himself together, yet again. Was it just him or was it getting hot in here?

"For a start," he said, "I can mend that slash in your jeans." Of course, you'll have to take them off first. "After that, well, I guess we'll see." If there was a cleverer line, he couldn't think of it. That had always been Suitov's arena too.

Jaina ran her left hand over the taut denim, almost shyly. "I think I'd like that," she said.

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Rewritten because Jainey didn't like being the... initiator. Lady's prerogative, right, boys?