"Aw, you sure know how to flatter a guy~" Aventurine chuckles, giving a wink for good measure. Should he mess with the guy who'd just had a gun to his head? Absolutely not. Unfortunately, teasing settles his nerves. Still, it was nice to know not everyone just believes the rumors about his people, even if he'd used said rumors to his advantage over the years. The IPC does like to spread bad rep about its targets...Boothill included, it seemed.
His smile sobers a little at the response about his people..."Ah, I'd guessed as much. Still worth asking a well traveled Galaxy Ranger such as yourself," he says, looking down to pick another wood chip out of his salad. Couldn't hurt to ask. Does the lonely ache flare in his chest? Yeah, but that's normal. It's fine.
Aventurine snorts at Boothill's misgivings about Ratio. Fair. Absolutely fair. The good doctor had that effect on people. The pain gives way to amusement as he looks back up. "Yeah, that one! Not the easiest to get along with by a long shot, but he's a man of his word. He's good for digging up...information I can't get to." He doesn't have the reputation Aventurine does, so it's easier for him to fly under the radar. And the Intelligencia information exchange had been going well last he'd checked...he should check in on that again. For his new...friend here. He grins. "That it is. Good strategy, that one." Because gathering what he'd needed from the inside could be frustrating sometimes. It's good to remember the goal, the stakes.
"Ha, maybe so. Although seeing as how you handle your weapons, it's probably not the only reason," Aventurine hums, remembering several incident reports passing his desk regarding the cyborg cowboy sitting across from him. Looking at his lunch though, he's gotta wonder..."Well, now that the cards are on the table, did you wanna grab something to eat? I might need to get something different myself..." Too many wood chips. Not that his appetite was all that intact anymore. He's mainly just curious if the guy...needed to eat. Or even could?
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His smile sobers a little at the response about his people..."Ah, I'd guessed as much. Still worth asking a well traveled Galaxy Ranger such as yourself," he says, looking down to pick another wood chip out of his salad. Couldn't hurt to ask. Does the lonely ache flare in his chest? Yeah, but that's normal. It's fine.
Aventurine snorts at Boothill's misgivings about Ratio. Fair. Absolutely fair. The good doctor had that effect on people. The pain gives way to amusement as he looks back up. "Yeah, that one! Not the easiest to get along with by a long shot, but he's a man of his word. He's good for digging up...information I can't get to." He doesn't have the reputation Aventurine does, so it's easier for him to fly under the radar. And the Intelligencia information exchange had been going well last he'd checked...he should check in on that again. For his new...friend here. He grins. "That it is. Good strategy, that one." Because gathering what he'd needed from the inside could be frustrating sometimes. It's good to remember the goal, the stakes.
"Ha, maybe so. Although seeing as how you handle your weapons, it's probably not the only reason," Aventurine hums, remembering several incident reports passing his desk regarding the cyborg cowboy sitting across from him. Looking at his lunch though, he's gotta wonder..."Well, now that the cards are on the table, did you wanna grab something to eat? I might need to get something different myself..." Too many wood chips. Not that his appetite was all that intact anymore. He's mainly just curious if the guy...needed to eat. Or even could?