[ She had a feeling it was that. But the danger of Peter inviting her to his ship--even if he never actually finished doing so with the way he trailed off--doesn't escape her. And at this point, the danger isn't so much a fear that Peter might still turn and decide to kill her; while there's a lingering suspicion that she's sure he feels as well, he's proven over the few times they've encountered each other since that he's not out to get her. He even warned her against another assassin after her. The danger lies more within Peter's career. He's not the first assassin she's ever encountered, but what makes him so good at his occupation is the hard line he's drawn between personal affairs and the professional.
She knows she's toeing that line. Regardless of what would happen, for him to invite her to his ship is different from inviting a random person to his ship and--well, crap, that's what all of this was about, wasn't it? Why he'd been so hot and cold, why he eventually cut her out, and--having unexpectedly bumped into each other again--why he's been in a state of what she can only describe as quiet, controlled panic all night? It's because he doesn't know what in the hell to do with her.
Kasumi is silent for a contemplative moment or three, her gaze fixed completely on him, searching for an answer to her questions in his expression. In the end, she leans in closer so she doesn't have to yell, and she can only say one of said questions out loud: ]
no subject
She knows she's toeing that line. Regardless of what would happen, for him to invite her to his ship is different from inviting a random person to his ship and--well, crap, that's what all of this was about, wasn't it? Why he'd been so hot and cold, why he eventually cut her out, and--having unexpectedly bumped into each other again--why he's been in a state of what she can only describe as quiet, controlled panic all night? It's because he doesn't know what in the hell to do with her.
Kasumi is silent for a contemplative moment or three, her gaze fixed completely on him, searching for an answer to her questions in his expression. In the end, she leans in closer so she doesn't have to yell, and she can only say one of said questions out loud: ]
What do you want out of tonight, Peter?