i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,

[oldtownroad]

or i did last time i checked.

 

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[Compliments were a dime a dozen — So long as he was a Shimada, people would pay him lip service. And yet, there was something admittedly satisfying, hearing it coming from the cowboy’s mouth. The sincerity was questionable, but Hanzo suspected that had it come from anyone else, that American drawl would not have sounded even half as charismatic.]

I thought you knew who I was. Do you think I require either, to get what I want?

[This being the rare exception. Now, his name was more detriment than benefit; he could imagine the price for fraternizing with the enemy was quite steep for the both of them. But the appeal of this – and of the man himself – was that it was not the easy choice.

It wasn’t often that the scion was caught by surprise, but the sudden heat of the tongue against his throat managed it. He hissed through clenched teeth, shoulders tensing as his fingers instinctively tightened around the grip of the other man’s revolver. There was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to grab Jesse by the hair, to force him back and taste the blood in his mouth — An option he wasn’t ruling out just yet.

But, if there'd been any lintering question as to whether they were on the same page, it could be put to rest; with the way he was grabbing him, there was no chance Jesse couldn't feel that Hanzo was just as hard as he was.]

You tell me, Agent.

[The katana had not been forgotten. He made one last nudge with the weapon before he released it, the sound of metal striking pavement echoing loudly off the alley walls. There was a deliberateness to the timing, a pause to make sure that the other knew it had been a conscious decision, and not some startled reaction. Less surrender, and more a statement of what they both already knew — He didn’t need it.]

I do not like to be disappointed.