To have a chat (Estaban) - The Den

He tilted his head. "What's botherin' ya hon?"

He shook his head.

"Nothing. I just made a mistake."

He suddenly smiled and it was slightly forced.

"I'm sorry, here I am spilling my guts."

He frowned. "Ain't a problem, hon. Ya know ya can talk ta me, right?"

He nodded.

"If I did not know that I wouldn't have told you half of what I have. In fact, since our relationship just became known, you are the first person I have spoken to about all this. Though Mal learned some through the grapevine."

He laughed. "Naw. Mal learned from his Tremere call-girl friend. Ain't a secret there."

He laughed.

"Of course you know his source."

He shook his head. "Of. Don't know her."

He laughed.

"Probably a good thing. If you two ever got together, no one else would ever see her again."

His brows rose. "Why's that?"

He smiled lecherously and looked at him.

"She's like you, but without a penis."

He blinked. "Say what?"

He laughed.

"Sexually, she is the female equivalent of you, maybe a little better."

He snorted. "Sounds a right nightmare, then."

He laughed.

"Since when have I described you a nightmare?"

He laughed. Shook his head. "Not just me, hon. Two of us? In tha same place? Right nightmare."

He smiled.

"I don't know. Some would say it would be pretty amazing to be between the two of you. Though it might just blow their mind."

His lips twitched. "Pretty sure there ain't anybody could handle two of us at once."

He laughed.

"I am sure you are right. Too much of a good thing. And you are both such good things."

He laughed. "Why are ya butterin' me up, hon?"

He smiled, leaned back and stretched.

"You should know better than that Jim. I would not butter you up. Okay, thats a complete lie. But in this case, I am just being my normal flirtatious self. No evil plans in the works."

His eyes narrowed. "I don't believe ya for some reason."

He smiled.

"You are the third person to think I am some kind of schemer. I am shocked. Do I really across as anything other than flirtatious and harmless?"

He smiled. "Yes."

He chuckled.

"My secret is out. I am actually a mastermind, a plotter. I live in a secret lair and develop machinations to take over the world. Or not."

He smiled at McKay and shakes his head.

"Please, I am just a lover..not a writer."

He laughed. "From what ya sayin', ain't much of a lover. 'Cept ta one or two."