Trick decided quickly that truthful answers were the way to get through Selene's armour. She was protecting something from him, from what Trick could tell anyway. Leaning back onto the wooden booth's back wall, the leather seat only reaching his shoulder, Trick folded his arms behind his head. "Hmmm... I doubt as long as you think. I was walking, it was cold, and it was... 3weeks ago, but it wasn't really so much of an interest as a hunt."Trick decided he'd said enough truth, infact probably too much of everything all together. "3weeks."He repeated, smiling an easy, relaxed, small smile. Sometimes he would ramble on and on, everytime reminding him that he was stepping closer and closer to insanity. "My turn, my turn... An easy one may-"His thoughtful speach was cut off when his phone vibrated, signalling someone wanted him."Damn. I can ignore it for a while. A long while if neccarsary, but incase they come to 'collect me,"Something other fighter's had done before,"I ask... Would you meet me again after tonight?"
(Does anyone want to work around this? Perhaps another SS? if not I'm happy to keep it up with Ziva)
