“Yeah, so?” Syx looked at Lyn in exasperation waiting for her to finish the thought but she never did, then pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re as bad as a Sphynx.”
“There… there are a lot of ways I could interpret that,” he sighed heavily, but waved a hand dismissively at the thought, “Yeah, neutral, I get it. Hell Sphynx,” he shook his head but pulled himself together as he prepared to leave. He had so much to do.
He softened and bit his lip, “Thanks, though, Emma. It’s more than I started with.”
She shrugged her shoulders at his complaint, unbothered by it in the slightest. He was a smart man, he would figure it out on his own, that much she had faith in. The way she worded it, the information Syx would gain couldn’t be traced back to her or her Father. Though it was definitely skating along the edge of it all, it was something she could easily reason away. After all, how could she possibly stand there and watch him as he was and do nothing…? She might enjoy their rivalry (if you could even call it a rivalry at this point), but she wasn’t heartless despite what she made herself out to be.
“Yer welcome, big guy. Hope ya get it figured out sooner rather than later,” she smiled some, placing a hand to his arm, giving him a lingering look before continuing to walk towards the club they stood outside of.
“Me too,” Syx sighed. But that was defeatist. He squared his shoulders and fluttered his cape, “I always do in the end.”
As she left, he called out sincerely, “I appreciate it, Hell Cat.”
The small touch to his arm had meant more than words and his final call of the nickname was said in utter fondness, more than he was willing to admit.
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