"I don't date conmen, Mr. Caffrery, I already have enough trouble with love itself."
Any form of the world no was something I choose to block out when ever I have the chance.
Especially from the lips of a ravishing woman, and Lois Lane was just that.
(something known by me and every single villain out there)
"And who said I was a conman, Miss Lane?"
That smile of hers, used in every moment even extreme danger, spread before my eyes and all my self-control flew out the window.
(I'm one of a number of men that have lost themselves in that smile)
"The name of course, it told me everything I needed to know, Neal."
Before any of my one of a kind charm could come oozing out work came between us.
(which wasn't the last time being the good guy ruined moments)
"Neal! Focus on the job, or I'll come there and do it myself. Don't think I won't!"
The only thing left of Miss Lane (off to almost die in oh-so many ways) was the sparkle of her black dress and a card tucked into my open palm.
"I'm on it boss, but we need to talk about some vacation days. This here cats needs a mouse to chase, and I think he just found it."
