A/N: I don't own Valkyrie or Saracen.
I slipped into the booth across from Saracen and glared at him. "Let's lay down some ground rules for this partnership, OK?" I growled and he laughed.
"OK, not that I intend to listen, but go ahead."
"First off, someone centuries older than me coming on to me is creepy and disgusting. So knock it off."
Saracen jerked his head back. "OK, Val. I was just having some fun. I'm mean, geez, I know how old I am. Thanks for rubbing it in." He waited until he ordered us coffee and breakfast. "OK, what else?" He smiled faintly but he looked like I'd sucker-punched him.
I sighed. "You're not Skulduggery. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Yelling insults at him is the only way to get him to listen."
"I can imagine. And you do it quite well, Valkyrie. So I'll just pack away my tattered male ego and never flirt with you again." I sighed. I sensed a guilt trip coming on, I really did. I almost apologized again before I remembered all his stories during the war. He'd been downright gleeful about all the women he slept with.
"It's appreciated." I said and he looked stung. I realized it had to hurt being shot down, but that was just it. Saracen was one of those guys who wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted, then I'd never hear from him again. I wondered briefly who had been stupid enough to pair any woman with him.
"I'd tell you you're looking better than when I picked you up, but I suppose you'd hit me."
"Nice try."
"I'm always nice."
"I really hate you, you know that?"
"What a thing to say, and just when I was going to make a proposal."
"Saracen!"
"I was going to propose that if we can't even make it through breakfast that I take you back where I found you and you get another partner." He said innocently. I glared at him because I knew exactly what he'd been planning to say.
"You're a dead man." I growled.
"True. And the man of your dreams. Just admit it, Val, it's inevitable." He grinned at me and I wanted to hit him.
Saracen is, I have no words for what he is. Well, sexy works.