[ Selina is far too used to people with so many facets to them that Bane, with all of his history only being told to a certain point, is someone she is uncertain how to go about handling at all. He's something new and, like a kitten to a string, she finds herself with the sort of fascination aligning itself with a trepidation of knowing where to keep away. It should be that a man so in control of his shadows ought to be part of a grand mystery and regardless of what is told and recorded, there is a difference for her to hear of something and to know it, though nothing of Bane is quantified and collected. One can't put him in a search engine and get everything she's curious of, even if she doesn't need the answers to know that her desires seem to (she's been convinced of) align well with his own.
Maybe the pit does break every man and women inside of it. But then, does it remold them all the same? Maybe in the shape of monsters, twisted by that overwhelming sun. She doesn't know. There's a flippant idle disinterest in the background where she doesn't much care what the man's past is as only what is current stands to benefit her, but it's not enough to completely deter her every now and again when she has the opportunity. ]
So.
[ Unable to keep still - a stark contrast against Bane - she moves away from the desk, brushing along his back a few inches too close on her way past him, like an impatient cat ready for her next meal. ]
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Maybe the pit does break every man and women inside of it. But then, does it remold them all the same? Maybe in the shape of monsters, twisted by that overwhelming sun. She doesn't know. There's a flippant idle disinterest in the background where she doesn't much care what the man's past is as only what is current stands to benefit her, but it's not enough to completely deter her every now and again when she has the opportunity. ]
So.
[ Unable to keep still - a stark contrast against Bane - she moves away from the desk, brushing along his back a few inches too close on her way past him, like an impatient cat ready for her next meal. ]
What's our next step?