Phoenix Maplewood home is what you make of it

he couldn't help but think it was interesting that a woman that just met and barely knew him thought he'd make a decent leader. he did, no one had risen to challenge him at all during the time he occupied the beta rank in blackshark bay, but still, he's almost tempted to ask what makes her say that. his ambition? the fact that he knew, unwaveringly, what he wanted? his candidness? he wasn't in the business of sugarcoating things, after all. in the end, brisbane doesn't ask. perhaps, he thinks, it's better if he doesn't know the qualities she sees that label him as a decent leader to her. maybe i will, he concurs cheekily with a slow curve of his lips into a grin. good luck. he adds before plucking one last blackberry from the bush and heading back the way he'd came.