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Prompt: "What is it going to take to get you to trust me?"

"Go away, Bonaparte."

Bonaparte rolled his eyes as he walked closer to the cot in the Expendables' med bay where Jacoba was sitting. The team had just returned from some mission that that CIA spook had given to them, and Jacoba had gotten hurt. The recruiter had already been in town for an entirely non-work-related reason (for once) when he'd heard. He scoffed. "You know, despite our differences in opinion, I do care about your health, Amazon."

Now it was her turn to scoff. "I'll believe that when I see it, old man. Come to gloat about the fact that I got hurt?"

"No. Trench had invited me to come play some poker and I actually decided to take him up on it this month." Crossing his arms, he narrowed his eyes at her. "Have you actually let Tool sew you up nicely?"

Jacoba rolled her eyes and flipped him off as she tucked her legs under her on the cot sot that she could easily reach down and grab the flannel shirt he now saw laying just behind her. As she put the shirt on, he caught sight of two neat rows of stitches, one on her upper left arm and the other on her right shoulder, before they were covered. "He always does. What do you really want, Bonaparte?"

"Can't I just check in on you?"

"Not without wanting something."

Bonaparte threw his hands up into the air. "What is it going to take to get you to trust me?"

Jacoba smirked as she looked up at him again. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"

He groaned as she turned and put her feet on the ground before she slowly stood up from the cot. "No, I guess not. Now, where do you think you're going?"

She furrowed her brow but kept walking away from him. "Debrief, like we usually have after a mission. Why?"

"Because they were just finishing the debrief when I walked past."

"Fine. Then I'm going with you to Trench's. he's invited me in the past. God knows I could use a good poker game and a drink right about now."

"You going to be nice to me?"

"What do you think? Come on, old man. Let's go."