askagentsitwell:

He wasn’t proud of it, but he looked away.  Ten damn years and still.  He forced himself to look back.  ”You seem to be wasting your time then.  I have nothing I am willing to give you.  And you’ll find I am not quite as susceptible to a flip of your hair and whisper in my ear anymore.” 

Whitney couldn’t help but chuckle at him. Oh, he hadn’t changed a bit. “Somehow I doubt that, but I’ll humour you and assume that what you say is true. The part about wasting my time, though-” She moved her arms back down to her sides and began to walk around his living room, looking for a computer or clearance card of any kind. “I don’t think that’s true; at least not yet.”