[ He leans in closer, face to face, nearly touching. Snatches at the alcohol. Not like they haven't been in more compromising positions during fights. Not like it even means anything. This is practically chaste for him. At her question though, there's definitely a shift in his expression -- something half-shuttered, half-open. The usual smooth lie doesn't come on time. ]
...Does it matter?
[ Names don't count for much in the Syndicate. Even Hei is an alias. ]
action; shed
...Does it matter?
[ Names don't count for much in the Syndicate. Even Hei is an alias. ]