Getting right in her face didn't stop Doll from smoking, especially as the cigar was still held between her lips. She<em>really</em>was growing to not like this dragon in a human guise; she felt sorry for the twins now, maybe they were really hoping she'd be their new 'mommy' more seriously. Suffice to say she was<em>really</em>getting tired of hearing him call himself a 'good guy' so frequently...<br/><br/>Mentioning her son, however, was a mistake, one she was going to address later for sure.<br/><br/>The datapad however took current precedence, the blue-haired human male with a fondness for guns and tight pants. Was a nice bulge though, she'd give him that. Still the name rang a bell, and for all his bluster the dragon was right: if he had any type of connections he wasn't going to get a slap on the wrist when the cops got involved. Doll was a little more jaded and cynical in her age, but even she held little respect for drug-pushers and assholes of the sort. That and that drug would cut in on her son's income as a professional courtesan; helped him, and helped her with the sum of the paycheck...<br/><br/><strong>"If I get more jobs like that, I think there'll be little issue here,"</strong>Doll moved to stand, finding herself close enough that - given the height difference between the two of them with her 5-foot-4 form - his cock poked at the underside of her left breast, followed by reaching up and tapping the man-dragon's right pec with her finger (a little firm, not intentional though; still getting used to the limbs really).<strong>"But drop the threats of lawyers and whatnot; I am <em>legally</em> dead, I own no property for you to repossess because my son inherited everything, and the dead can't take out loans posthumously. In fact, you didn't even perform a medical procedure on me; my body was 'donated to science' if I recall correctly...<br/><br/>"See, I may not be one of your lawyers, but I'm <em>very</em> well educated on the law, criminal and civil, of this city and state, and recovering from being 'dead' and rehabilitating to my limbs left me with a lot of time to look into my situation,"</strong>Doll continued, now patting his chest gently.<strong>"You can double-check with your lawyers, but I think we both know that my 'debt' is off the books, some written-off expense for the continuation of cybernetic study through CyTek, on a donated body, and <em>that</em> is how you want it to stay. Because in order to collect a debt, you'd have to get me legally reinstated as a living citizen - by far, the easiest part; simply have me walk up to the police and show that I'm indeed still alive, though who knows for how long before I get into another 'accident'. From there, you'd have to convince the courts that I was able to consent to medical procedures while I was 'dead' - something they made illegal many years ago when people were using it to fraudulently jack up magi-medical bills - then you'd have to convince the courts that I was also able to take on a loan to receive the implants - another thing they made illegal around the same time due to doctor's and clerics making fraudulent claims on the estates of the deceased, which is what you would be trying to do if you went after my son's property and/or him. Doing both of these things would create openings in the law so wide your 'enemies' could waltz - literally - right through them...<br/><br/>"The bigger issue with that however is that if you do all that, suddenly there is a big, flashing connection to <em>me</em>, which means anything and everything I do - or possibly have ever done even before my death - suddenly gets tied to you, and wouldn't that be a thing for the revolutionaries and the criminal masterminds to latch onto?"</strong>Doll began to wrap up, a smile creeping up onto her lips.<strong>"See? I told you I wasn't stupid, didn't I? And I'm not a fool either, which is why I know that <em>we</em> know that my debt staying off the books - and me continuing to be legally dead - serve both of us well so long as there is a mutual understanding and <em>respect</em> between us. So what I'm getting at is, this: try for more of the 'carrot' than the 'stick' with me, and I think we'll both find this little arrangement to be <em>far</em> more enjoyable...<br/><br/>"Who knows? If you ask nicely I may even give you my 'stick',"</strong>she said, shifting and letting her boobs bounce slightly upon his cockhead, the hand on his chest rubbing it slightly.<strong>"I'd be on top though, but I promise 'mommy' wouldn't say a word to anyone you didn't want to... so, do we understand each other a little better? If we do, I think you can expect quite  a lot of good work out of me... and I won't have to disappoint your daughters whom seem quite excited to have me come and visit them some more. Payment will need to be in cash as well; I can't exactly open a bank account back up because, well, it's also illegal for the dead to do that too..."</strong>