Victor was suddenly flustered, “I-well…I mean, I would’ve told you I had a job, y’know? I guess I’m just sort of used to going solo on jobs, no matter how dangerous it is.” He turned so that he was facing her a bit more. “If you really want to come….I’d worry something would happen, but I won’t stop you, love.”
Still muffled, she shook her head a little bit. “That’s not even the point. The point is that you might die, on one of these jobs, and I know almost nothing. You mostly just … vanish. And, you know, if you’re claiming me, then I have a right to be worried. Or maybe not, because neither of us has any real measure at all of the other one’s combat ability.”
Victor scrubbed his face, “You’re right, an’ I’m sorry. It’s like I said, I’m not used t’ havin’ someone t’ worry like that. Tha’s a good point though, love, we’ve never seen th’ other fight. If you come with though, we’re goin’ back t’ my place an’ I’m giving you some o’ my gear.” He cocked his head for a moment before asking, “Have you ever gone after one o’ my kind before love?”
Summer dropped her hands to give him a very flat look. “I have my own gear, Victor. I don’t need your weaponry.” She brushed her hands through her hair, then stood up. “You forget what I am, I think. Same as I forget what you are.” She lit one finger like a torch, then made the fire spread down over her hand and arm before she dismissed it. “I’ll meet you at your house in an hour.”