John rubbed at the back of his neck and gazed around the gardens as though an acceptable answer might drop out of a tree or turn up wedged under a stone. "Well...Crowley works for this...organization. Goes around persuading people to see things their way, basically." He paused, and added as it occurred to him how that could sound, "Shit--I mean, not like mob-style 'persuasion.' He doesn't hurt people. It's none too pleasant though, honestly, but he's more or less stuck with it, so I think he just tries to make the best of it." If that wasn't the biggest understatement he'd ever made, fuck if he knew what was. "First time I ever met him, we got into a bit of a row 'cause of his job, and he pretty proved he could hand me my arse and then let me off easy. Lot of his 'colleagues' wouldn't have. That's how we got to be mates.
"Me, I, uh...I do a bit of gambling, and swindle the odd rich arsehole out of his wallet." He knew that would actually sound less damnng to Kit than it would to many women; she had always tolerated his vices, and had no more love for the privileged upper class than he did. But it was hard to be proud of what he did when he had to say it out loud like that. The next part, though, verged on the unbelievable, and he couldn't think of a way to put it that made it sound any less ridiculous. He wound up staring at his feet, trying not to shuffle them nervously. "But mainly though, I guess...and I know you're gonna laugh at this bit...I s'pose in a way I'm...kind of a crusader?"
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Date: 2007-12-09 08:07 am (UTC)"Me, I, uh...I do a bit of gambling, and swindle the odd rich arsehole out of his wallet." He knew that would actually sound less damnng to Kit than it would to many women; she had always tolerated his vices, and had no more love for the privileged upper class than he did. But it was hard to be proud of what he did when he had to say it out loud like that. The next part, though, verged on the unbelievable, and he couldn't think of a way to put it that made it sound any less ridiculous. He wound up staring at his feet, trying not to shuffle them nervously. "But mainly though, I guess...and I know you're gonna laugh at this bit...I s'pose in a way I'm...kind of a crusader?"