Breath of fresh air, as she went on. He talked to worse types, both in a familiar and hostile manner. He didn't have the criminal sway in the city, but power was all about scaring the krill. And he could do that. He'd put the mark of his gun into the forehead of more sludge-dreggers than anyone could count. Not too long ago, before the fucking Davis era, that's what you were supposed to do. But the days of treating them like humans were gone. Just last week he'd gotten a fat stack of cash from Hinan boys, and after that, there'd been some gold tips from the shadow mountain themselves.<br/><br/>So here he was, looking at his girl, who smelled good and looked kind of innocent, crawling around. He liked that she moved about so easily. They were friends, sure, but he'd been friends with people who'd eaten a bullet because a cop went by, and he didn't want to be associated with them. He'd have a drink with her, but he'd water board her for some gossip up the grapevine, too. Life was funny that way. Could be why this worked. She knew what to do, wasn't like the crackheads who had some sense to be sweet but not enough to stay on it. He just enjoyed the show of little Lucie moving her ass around on those expensive seats.<br/><br/>Something came alive behind his eyes when she continued on his train of thought. She was good at handling his flirting, but he got excited every time. Bi Hun was a horndog, through and through. It was impossible for him to not think about it when he interacted with something as pretty as Luci. He played all human, but he was rotten inside. The badness hung off his ribs in shreds, but no one could see. He blew smoke when he looked at her upturned wrists.<br/><br/>Maybe she saw something in him. Maybe there was residue of that blonde who'd gotten him three times his usual views, yesterday. Her pussy juices on his face while she choked on her own blood, like, she thought POVing would be enough. Like he wouldn't want something extra infront of Allen's camera in a FUCKING forgotten warehouse with sketch lighting and a mattress. Screamed like a fucking banshee, too. The audio ended up being harrowing, but hey, couldn't make that shit up, and the viewers knew it.<br/><br/>Nobody would miss Lucinda. He had a real thought about it. She was doing bad things right now, even if they weren't that shitty. But she took those hands back. Shook him out of the beastly thoughts like snapping a wolf into dog mood. "I forgot. You like them ladies." he stated and leaned back on a pillar. He shrugged. "Your loss. But then I kind of wanna take you in." he continued to tease, because it seemed it was getting to her pretty good. He didn't have anything against Luci, but he liked watching anyone squirm.<br/><br/>"What are you on, anyway, two strikes?" he asked, prodding with a meaning expression as he held his cigarette out to the side, sticking his head in where she'd gone in the car. "That'd be enough to put you back with daddy, you know." like coed prisons were a thing.