Larksong Grotto dreams walking in broad daylight

"thievin', mostly," he said matter of fact. colt's eyes singed her. she want too old, but that was the point. when you came to the gang so young, it was the gang what shaped you.
"sometimes fuckin'." he spoke with the pragmatic openness that has always marked his work. the red eyes glowed. "sometimes killin'."
colt snorted and stood. "choice is yers, girly." he looked at her once, head sunk between his shoulders, and then started to stalk off slowly.