Sunbeam Lair stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again

she looked a little smug, and cortez didn't really dig smug. he gave her a bland look to return the smirk but, nevertheless, didn't turn away just yet. she came closer and he stiffened slightly; company in close quarters always made him a little uneasy. still, the question was easy enough.

cortez, he answered, meeting those curious eyes with his own pale gaze. you?

she looked the type to have a bunch of stories in her back pocket, most of them likely made up, but he didn't care. he made up his fair share of tales, too. and embellished, too; artistic license and whatnot. it only mattered whether you told them well. you could lie as much as you wanted but if you were captivating enough, you were god himself (herself?) for a night.