[ Wyatt watches the two of them warily, eyes narrowed at Alec as he bides his time. This question seems to amuse him, however slightly, judging by the flat look he sends Alec. ]
For you? [ He takes a second, gaze roving Alec from head to toe. He clicks his tongue, thoughtful. ] $200, or thereabouts.
Him? [ Punctuated by a sharp gesture with his revolver to Faraday, who scowls. ]
no subject
For you? [ He takes a second, gaze roving Alec from head to toe. He clicks his tongue, thoughtful. ] $200, or thereabouts.
Him? [ Punctuated by a sharp gesture with his revolver to Faraday, who scowls. ]
Oh, a measly $150. Maybe.