[Slevin's voice is low, earnest. Confidence men play on their charm, on the trust they can wheedle from others with this word choice, this smile, this story. With this or that small detail they pulled out of an observation about their mark, with their end goal and their resources. Slevin has made any number of people love him.
He's never loved any of them. He rubs at the end joint of one thumb with the other, a nervous tick, repetitive.]
I lied for her. To Goodkat. He'll kill us both, if he finds out.
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[Slevin's voice is low, earnest. Confidence men play on their charm, on the trust they can wheedle from others with this word choice, this smile, this story. With this or that small detail they pulled out of an observation about their mark, with their end goal and their resources. Slevin has made any number of people love him.
He's never loved any of them. He rubs at the end joint of one thumb with the other, a nervous tick, repetitive.]
I lied for her. To Goodkat. He'll kill us both, if he finds out.