Confession {Tag London}

[London DeMortei]

"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry," he practically purred when she complained, with no warning, about him walking too fast.  He wasn't really sorry, since it meant that she had to hurry to catch up, or zip herself forward like she ended up doing.  Better than him changing his pace for HER, as far as he was concerned.  He didn't like having to change anything he did for anyone, though he would have, if she'd asked.

Only if she'd asked.

He returned her smile, his own just as false as hers, and he actually understood that they were well-suited to each other.  This could be the beginning of a delightful situation.  "Honestly, I haven't the slightest.  I blame his mother for his worthlessness, since I certainly didn't teach him to behave the way he does.  She coddles him, and no amount of good genetics can change that," he explained.  What he didn't say was that it made him angry that the boy had acquired the ability to shapeshift along with all of those less savory qualities.  It was like a slap in the face to London that his boy was so utterly useless, but with such potential. 

If there would have been a way to fix it, he would have, but he hadn't yet thought of one.  He had some ideas, but nothing concrete.  Something would come to him, eventually.

[Cynthia]

"You should just sell him into Midnight," she said smoothly. She may as well have made a comment on the weather with how casually she spoke, but Midnight was a big deal. Once someone went in, they didn't come back out. How would London react to the suggestion, though?

"I know trainers there who'd like to break someone like him in half," she added. She figured the ideal would appeal to London. She smiled sweetly at him, and though it was true nothing was ever genuine or sweet from Cynthia, she did put forth the effort to make it seem so, merely because it was a habit she could not break. Too many years of feigning innocence.