A/N: This is set towards the end of Fable II. Sparrow has found her way to Bloodstone and to Reaver's house, and is convincing him to leave with her to defeat Lord Lucien.
"You know, you're more trouble than you're worth." He smirked before eyeing her tall, muscular figure.
"No, I'm worth way more." She smiled and rested a hand on his shoulder, fingering his cape. "So, tell me, Reaver, what's it like being both successful and handsome?"
Reaver chuckled, nearly leaping at the chance of talking about himself. "Why, my dear, it is truly a blessing."
"A blessing?" She kept that sly seductive smirk on her pale thin lips.
"A blessing a nobody like you would ever understand." Reaver took her hand off of his shoulder and kissed her knuckle gently before letting it fall back to her side. "What is your name again, sweetheart?"
"My name is Sparrow." She dropped the Dumb Brunette act and folded her long arms across her chest. "And I mean business."
"No. That is not a name. What is your name?" Reaver's unreadable grin stayed on his lips as he completely disregarded the second half of her statement.
"That is a name, and it's mine." Sparrow's deep brown eyes narrowed. "If anything, Reaver is not a name."
He eyed her up and down, licking his lips hungrily. "How thoroughly intelligent of you to say!"
Sparrow's eyebrows furrowed. "You are going to help me defeat Lucien."
Reaver scoffed and chortled. "Oh, am I?"
"Yes, you are." Sparrow pressed the barrel of her steel flintlock rifle against his forehead. "And I don't want to hear a single word come out of your mouth until it's finished."
Reaver let out a small whimper-like moan. "Oh, no, sweetheart. You don't tell Reaver what to do." He pushed the gun away slowly as Sparrow watched, her brown eyes almost red with frustration and outrage. "And I think the fact you haven't shot me yet tells me a lot about your intentions."
"I haven't shot you yet because you're important. I need you."
Reaver laughed once more. "Oh, she needs me! My heart can hardly bear it!"
Sparrow huffed and rolled her eyes before noticing Reaver get distracted, his deep brown eyes darting out behind her head. "Come along, Sparrow."
She knew something was wrong. She followed closely, keeping her rifle in hand at all times as they used his secret passage to get out of his house.
Just then, a shift in the shadows...
Lucien's men!
"Shit, you fucking parasite; you brought all this along with you!" Reaver began shooting at the men.
Sparrow chuckled in frustration as she did the same. "I told you I needed you."