Jamie is busy building up a nice hot pile of irritation at her, when Adam starts laughing - and all that irritation immediately redirects himself towards Adam instead.
"Well, you asked us to tell you," he snaps.
After all that, demanding and prying and poking, now here he is with all their worst and most painful secrets and he's laughing? Well, Jamie will show him funny. Put it down to the pain in his arm if you like, but all of a sudden he's really almost desperate for Adam to believe them after all and see just how hilarious it is, that their lives have all been ruined over a stupid game.
There has to be something that would convince him. Joris' slave mark is out; anyone, as Helen said before, can get tattooed. And for once he hasn't anything particularly otherworldly in his pockets, more's the pity. He pulls out his whistle from Creema di Leema anyways, but he already knows what Adam is going to say - that they can get them at a store down the street.
But then happy inspiration strikes. And conveniently enough, it's a way to get back at Helen, too, for going off about Them in the first place.
"Helen," Jamie suggests, leaning back in his chair. "Show him your gift."
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Date: 2008-10-28 05:39 am (UTC)Jamie is busy building up a nice hot pile of irritation at her, when Adam starts laughing - and all that irritation immediately redirects himself towards Adam instead.
"Well, you asked us to tell you," he snaps.
After all that, demanding and prying and poking, now here he is with all their worst and most painful secrets and he's laughing? Well, Jamie will show him funny. Put it down to the pain in his arm if you like, but all of a sudden he's really almost desperate for Adam to believe them after all and see just how hilarious it is, that their lives have all been ruined over a stupid game.
There has to be something that would convince him. Joris' slave mark is out; anyone, as Helen said before, can get tattooed. And for once he hasn't anything particularly otherworldly in his pockets, more's the pity. He pulls out his whistle from Creema di Leema anyways, but he already knows what Adam is going to say - that they can get them at a store down the street.
But then happy inspiration strikes. And conveniently enough, it's a way to get back at Helen, too, for going off about Them in the first place.
"Helen," Jamie suggests, leaning back in his chair. "Show him your gift."