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[nobasisinfact]

What's in your suitcase that we're taking advantage of?

[His voice softened, curious despite himself. Also in slight awe of the fact that she seemed to plan ahead for a change.]

[11calls]

If I told you, my love, then it wouldn't be a surprise.

[And Alex is just going to give him a broad and teasing and flirting smirk.]

[nobasisinfact]

Do you really want to surprise me?

[There's a smirk there because good or bad, he will retaliate.]

[11calls]

Don't I surprise you every day just by being me, Richard?

[Oh, it's on.]

[nobasisinfact]

You're very predictable.

[11calls]

Well, that's what happens when you're clairvoyant, I guess?

[Because the likelihood of either of those being true is pretty low in alex's brain at the moment. Yeah, she's so trolling him.]

[nobasisinfact]

[He rolls his eyes. Of course, something like this was going to come up eventually.]

Clairvoyants don't exist, Alex.

[11calls]

[Alex is just going to stare back.]

I'm not that predictable, Richard.

[nobasisinfact]

So you say.

[He's going to hide that smile behind his mug again.]

Come to my office.

[11calls]

Are you attempting to prove my predictability using data-backed evidence, Dr. Strand?

[Yep, that would be her flirting and amused voice.]

[nobasisinfact]

Not at all Miss Reagan.

[His voice lowers.]

I'm trying to seduce you.

[He's not actually, but it's enjoyable to watch her expressions.]

[11calls]

[Alex is just going to smirk at him, and try very badly to hide the shiver that his stupid voice brought about. Seriously, his stupid voice.

The thing is, she knows he's not, but there's that stupid voice anyway.

But gloves are off.]

Maybe I should just pop inside really quickly then and grab my suitcase then...

[nobasisinfact]

[He noticed, and it brings a soft chuckle from him.]

If you're going in then bring me some book.

[11calls]

Really? Okay.

[The feed goes dark for a few minutes, well, longer than a few, and when Alex calls back, she's not actually calling. More than that, she's not actually talking, instead she's sending a picture and it's taken not at Howard's house but rather at their apartment.

Sorry not sorry, Richard.]

Sorry, decided to go Howard's house and books. Came home instead.

[nobasisinfact]

[Well, well that's a thing. It's a thing he's going to stare at for a few moments as he contemplates going home, but decides to play things out the right way.]

So, no books then?

[11calls]

[And in response, Alex is just going to send him a picture of her wearing the same thing, wine next to her elbow and her reading a book about sacred geometry.]

[nobasisinfact]

So you're holding my books hostage then.

If this is an attempt at being unpredictable it isn't working.

[11calls]

[Sup change to audio, and Alex's low voice.]

Is that so, my Richard?

[nobasisinfact]

[Switching too.]

As much as I appreciate the pictures, it is.

[11calls]

So... this is entirely predictable then?

[nobasisinfact]

Yes.

[11calls]

[Alex doesn't say anything, but there's a knock on his door, and if he opens it, he would find his companion wearing her brand new trenchcoat, and a pair of heels that add a fair amount to her height.

(Don't let the heels fool you, she put them on when she get there.)

And she's also holding the book she had. Pictures are a great thing hmm?]

[nobasisinfact]

[That was actually rather surprising, but Richard has a great poker face. So of course, he gives her an obvious once-over before lifting the trench coat a little.]

You didn't walk here in those.

[11calls]

[Yes, she's still wearing the lingerie below the coat (including the stockings) that she had been wearing in the pictures, and she's got her bag with her flats in it of course, but she's going to smirk up at him and give him a shrug.]

Maybe. Maybe not. Still wearing 'em now, though.

[nobasisinfact]

[He thought she would be. She was trying to be bold, after all. Bold and unpredictable.]

You should have tried asking me not to go to Geneva wearing that.

[He hooked a finger into the belt of the trench coat and pulled her flush against him, leaning over her ear to breathe over it.]

It might have worked.