[ He's never loved. Make love as a euphemism for fucking is just odd to him. It's fucking. Love is just something that everyone else seems to have made up, and so lovers goes with it.
Kiritsubo calling them that, though? That's different. Before all of this, Amos would trend towards brothels whenever the need arose — a strictly transactional way to get it out of his system. He pays. His partner helps relieve him. A business arrangement and nothing more, so how lucky for him to have come across a couple of partners in Kenos who seem to get it just as well as he does — you fuck, and you move on, no need for that love shit to complicate and end a good thing.
Amos watches her watching her work, still relaxed, now with a slightly better view of his chest should he choose to direct his gaze downwards. He doesn't, his eyebrows climbing slightly as she answers that she could, focus firmly fixed on her as he waits to hear more.
A pleasantly surprised little rumble from his throat at hearing she'd already been doing some shadowing, even if it wasn't of Cyrus himself, and for her own reasons. That's still more than he would've expected to get out of the gate like this.
Amos exhales at her touch, a little startled by it as opposed to the sensation of needle through skin, before going back to watching her working, alert and considering. ]
Nope. [ His answer comes easily enough; yes, he will take that scarf, thank you. ] Just as long as it's not more trouble than it's worth. I mean, getting to Cyrus is going to be difficult. Getting to someone by his side probably not so much, but that's still the kind of thing that could be tough to execute. I dunno how much I can help there either, but yeah, if we gotta kill someone for you to take their place for a bit? That part's no problem.
[ Kidnapping doesn't even cross his mind — why wouldn't you just kill them and be done with it? It'd be less complicated that way, and the less complicated, the better. ]
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Kiritsubo calling them that, though? That's different. Before all of this, Amos would trend towards brothels whenever the need arose — a strictly transactional way to get it out of his system. He pays. His partner helps relieve him. A business arrangement and nothing more, so how lucky for him to have come across a couple of partners in Kenos who seem to get it just as well as he does — you fuck, and you move on, no need for that love shit to complicate and end a good thing.
Amos watches her watching her work, still relaxed, now with a slightly better view of his chest should he choose to direct his gaze downwards. He doesn't, his eyebrows climbing slightly as she answers that she could, focus firmly fixed on her as he waits to hear more.
A pleasantly surprised little rumble from his throat at hearing she'd already been doing some shadowing, even if it wasn't of Cyrus himself, and for her own reasons. That's still more than he would've expected to get out of the gate like this.
Amos exhales at her touch, a little startled by it as opposed to the sensation of needle through skin, before going back to watching her working, alert and considering. ]
Nope. [ His answer comes easily enough; yes, he will take that scarf, thank you. ] Just as long as it's not more trouble than it's worth. I mean, getting to Cyrus is going to be difficult. Getting to someone by his side probably not so much, but that's still the kind of thing that could be tough to execute. I dunno how much I can help there either, but yeah, if we gotta kill someone for you to take their place for a bit? That part's no problem.
[ Kidnapping doesn't even cross his mind — why wouldn't you just kill them and be done with it? It'd be less complicated that way, and the less complicated, the better. ]