Blaine has no idea why she has almost every firearm he has in the house on his kitchen table, but he doubts that she would've stopped searching if they were unloaded. She didn't go through all the trouble -it probably wasn't any trouble honestly- to get turned off by them being empty of bullets, so he shook her head at her.
He takes a few slow steps closer with his head tilting just slightly as he eyes the disassembled guns. He can't help but reassemble it in his mind to make sure there were no parts missing. The pause between her asking him the second question and his answer is somewhat lengthy before he replies.
"It's not much of a game if I don't bother to hide," he murmurs, pulling out one of his other chairs so he can settle into it. Part of why his response was so slow had something to do with his guns and her tits in such close proximity. His eyes travel over the guns laying across her and he reaches out for the rifle.
"I much rather get to the part where the victor takes his spoils." Oh, yes. He was making the assumption he will be the victor, because even if he lost the game, he was still getting fucked. Blaine considered that a damn victory.
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He takes a few slow steps closer with his head tilting just slightly as he eyes the disassembled guns. He can't help but reassemble it in his mind to make sure there were no parts missing. The pause between her asking him the second question and his answer is somewhat lengthy before he replies.
"It's not much of a game if I don't bother to hide," he murmurs, pulling out one of his other chairs so he can settle into it. Part of why his response was so slow had something to do with his guns and her tits in such close proximity. His eyes travel over the guns laying across her and he reaches out for the rifle.
"I much rather get to the part where the victor takes his spoils." Oh, yes. He was making the assumption he will be the victor, because even if he lost the game, he was still getting fucked. Blaine considered that a damn victory.