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Sasha laughed softly.

"Chocolate frogs," she grinned, looking for a moment as though she might be the girl who had first stepped foot from her pod. A light blush stained her cheeks -- she very much enjoyed this intimacy, this flirting, their inside jokes. It was exhilarating, enticing, and maybe a little special.

It had been too, too long since she'd felt special. It seemed to come so easy with Evan.

"We'll follow them after dinner, then," Sasha cut a dainty bite from her plateful of food.

The two women finished their dinner, neither leaving the other alone at the table. While they did not seem precisely friendly while they had dined, as Vivienne stood to go, the blonde stood also to embrace the small woman. Kissing both cheeks, she slipped a small, gift wrapped package into Vivienne's hands with an audible, "Joyeux anniversaire!"

All blushing pleasure, Vivienne clapped and made several exclamations of gratitude as kisses were once again exchanged before she finally went to leave the restaurant.

The food had been good and the wine even better. It was a shame they were here on business; Evan resolved to bring Sasha back before they had to return to Deus, if at all possible--without the spy games, of course.

He nodded and stood obediently as Sasha decided their next course of action. He couldn't help but grin as she pressed herself against him. "Understood," he said, taking the opportunity to press a kiss to the top of her head. He tucked her closer and they looked for all the world like just another disgustingly happy couple. "Level of engagement?"

Sasha's eyes narrowed as the floor pinged at three -- and she merely glanced over at Evan and gave a slight jerk of her chin while ever-so-softly muttering the words, "Sic her."

She may have been appealing to the man himself or to the weapon residing in his head -- either way, a command had been issued and she fully expected the tall, broad Sun to comply.

The woman slumped in the hold, resigned at her capture. And then she brought her purse down into Evan's thigh. Brilliant orange runes glowed along the blade that cut through both the leather of the bag holding it and the hunter's shield.

Evan growled through gritted teeth as the woman's weapon sank into his thigh, tightening the blood choke he had on her neck. His mind kicked into a higher gear; this was no longer a simple thief, but an enemy combatant. Knock her out, use his tie as a tourniquet, take her back to the room for interrogation: that had been the plan.

Then, Sasha happened. "Holy s**t," he blurted out as Sasha leaned forward and set her teeth against the part of the woman's throat not covered by his arm. The idea that that was hot filtered through the sharp pain in his leg and the influx of adrenaline, and they would definitely be discussing that later--much later, in private, when all of this was said and done--but in the meantime, he felt he needed to remind Sasha, "Don't kill her, we need her alive."

There was almost a look of disappointment that ghosted across Sasha's face when Evan spoke. He was a voice of reason, and quite obviously one that Sasha desperately needed. Yes, don't kill her, no matter how badly she wanted to feel the warm rush of blood against her skin, her teeth and tongue. It was not this woman's blood she wanted, but Vivienne's.

"Put her to sleep," Sasha snarled as she pulled back slightly, never releasing her grip on the woman's wrist. "She's had too much to drink at dinner," she spat as she pressed the button that would take them to their floor.

Sasha wrapped her hand around the knife's hilt and very ungracefully jerked it out of Evan's leg.

"All better, darling?"