Ladylike's fun, Faye wants to say. She's had quite a few larks with that persona, anyway, the part of her perfectly able to laugh politely, to giggle, to show off her considerable bosom and wrap it all in lace and frills. But she knows that Eames isn't referring to anything half as obvious. Instead, he's talking about propriety. About conforming to the majority, and what they would demand of her. And in that, he's right. She doesn't gain from following the herd, she doesn't gain from being quiet and proper. Faye's only gotten anywhere by going out, guns ablazing.
"If you don't say anything you don't mean," she breathes, tilting her cards over until they're face up, showing a straight, "then you're a rare breed indeed, Eames. I won't promise you the same."
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Date: 2011-03-24 04:25 am (UTC)"If you don't say anything you don't mean," she breathes, tilting her cards over until they're face up, showing a straight, "then you're a rare breed indeed, Eames. I won't promise you the same."