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Angelique is just stubbing out her cigarette when she's hauled off her chaise and manhandled to the window. For a second she's very confused and then it hits her that Daredevil must be throwing a hissy fit.
"You know, I like it rough, but I like a little warning first."
"Shut up."
How dare he take that tone with her? Fucking peasant.
"Well. I can see how you were raised."
"You don't touch them."
"I didn't. I paid them a visit." Brr, that glass is cold! "Get your facts straight." She risks trying to losen his fingers-this is a silk robe, thank you very much!
"You don't go near them." he growls. "You leave them out of this."
"Oh, the money I could make selling this information." He shoves her against the window, which threatens to fly open. "Relax, darling, we're evened out. You leave my boys alone, I leave your friends alone."
He may not like it, but he does release her. Damn right.
She shoves him aside and straightens her robe before stalking over to her bar. She considers not offering him a drink, but Nana's voice keeps echoing in her head, saying, Don't be petty, child.
Damn. Fine.
"Drink?"
"No."
There. She asked.
"Unless you wanted something else, you should go."
Mask or not, she knows he's shooting her a dirty look. Fine. He can be rude, see how far that gets him in life. Nana Marie would have him by the ear-or at least one of those silly horns-in a second.
She should beg Nana to come up here. That would take care of this problem.
"Well? Why are you still heah?*"
"What came of your guard?"
"I'm dealing with that, thank you." Nothing. Nothing came of it. No amount of money or threats could get anything, and she does not appreciate his rubbing it in. "But your concern is touchin'. Really."
He grips her wrists hard enough to bruise and hisses, "You leave. Them. Alone."
"Sure thing, darlin'." she says, smile a mile wide. Then she leans up and kisses him-hey, he shouldn't go grabbing uninvited.
God damn, he's not bad, even considering she's caught him off-guard. She should just keep him. But the beard's gotta go.
"Hon, you're gonna give someone beard burn." she murmurs against his lips. "Nobody likes that."
He steps back in a hurry and vacates the room via the window without another word. Hmm.
She massages her wrists-ow, he's got a grip on him, the bastard-and is just reaching for another cig when the phone rings. What now?
"Who is it at this time of-Oswald!" Finally, the little creep gets back to her. "How are you, darlin'?"
She has to lay on the Southern Charm with this one, and even that doesn't really work. It does, however, get him to get straight to the point. She thinks he dislikes it. If it'll get him to not blabber, that's fine.
"Mm-hm...ah see. Well, tell ya what-you make all of this run nice and smooth, and next time you need anything, and ah do mean anything, you come straight to me. Deal...deal. G'night, darlin'."
There. Now that's all taken care of for now, and she can turn her attention to more important things.
Namely, making arrangements should something to happen to her. She'll feel awful if she up and dies without leaving a little something for Daredevil's lawyer friends, after all.
*Not a typo. Angelique was raised a little ways outside of New Orleans, and though years in Hell's Kitchen has tempered the accent, it's still there if she's tired or stressed.
