Nora was about ready to rip his head off, when Lane stepped past her and went right in on the guy.  Nora had barely seen the woman's face in passing, but she could tell her expression was the epitome of pissed.  The quips and the smiles were not going to work on her.<br/><br/>"Last I checked, you hardly know me, so I don't think you'd have a firm grasp on what I would need in<i>any </i>situation." Lane wasn't having it.  The charm had worked on their first date and the little time they had spent together, but that felt like so long ago now.<br/><br/>"You have bigger problems than my friend."  Lane said as she stepped inside of his home.  Nora shrugged and followed, still appearing as tranquil as ever about the situation.  It did not surprise Lane that his focus was only on her and that he had all but ignored Nora.  Though<i>she</i>didn't know him well, Adella had, and whatever personality traits he had centuries before just seemed amplified now.  She could see that he was haggard and had likely continued to put himself through Hell after his jabs at her, but Lane was having a difficult time caring about how he felt.<br/><br/>He'd broken her heart.  Why the fuck should she care if he magically stimmed himself to death?<br/><br/>"I think you should just cut the coy shit, you're stupid enough to not realize what you did, so why don't you just give me the book back.  Then I can leave and we can both pretend like we never met."  Lane said, crossing her arms in front of her.  "The Syndicate would like you to know that as long as you surrender the book, you apparently get immunity and your daughter-- You know the one you sort of implied was in mortal danger or something-- You'll get some kind of access to her.  So I guess it's good for you, you're done with me and the book."  There was a fire in her eyes.   Nora simply sat back and watched the whole exchange.  If she could have brought popcorn, this would have been better than any movie.<br/><br/>"You should probably ask your next mark out for that drink, yeah?"  Her gaze narrowed on him and she put out her palm, waiting for him to retrieve her grimoire.  Lane intended to leave as soon as she had it in her hand.