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Lyssa's attitude to 19th century London had changed. It had to really when you got stuck in a place for a while. It helped the miserable old git she'd been introduced to had been so easily swayed. Most of them were. Didn't take a lot for her to start getting the control she wanted without them even realising it. So she liked it. She even liked the little part of London that seemed like hell they called Jacob's Island. Even if that idiot writer was trying to get rid of it. That was her's. Well, not so much openly, couldn't be done having a woman in charge of things. But it was her's.

She settled into the corner of the cripples and wrapped a hand around a bottle of gin protectively.

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"Well, I was having a drink." Lyssa explained to him. "But then you turned up, in a miserable mood." She had no fear in saying that to him then. "Figure I should give you something to cheer you up." A small smile crossed her lips.

"Ain't that before you go thinking." Though she didn't help disuade that illusion as she pulled a necklace from where she'd tucked it into the top of her corset. Then she pulled out a few notes too and pushed them towards him.

"I found these, thought you should be the one to keep 'em safe for me."

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As first the necklace and then the money appears Bill's scowl fades slightly and he sniffs, but no trace of a smile can be seen upon his face, nor should anyone expect such a thing to occur.

He looks from her face to the offering and back to her face before nodding and dragging the items out of sight.

"I reckon as I can manage such a thing, yeah."

He sniffs again, this time a tad more speculatively. "Anything else you want? Or is it just pesterin' me you was after?"

He glances down to his feet where Bullseye has now dropped and lolls his tongue out, hoping for the treat that rarely comes. Bullseye peers back up at his two best people and yawns a stretchy, doggy yawn before settling his head against Lyssa's boot.

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She'd never expect a smile from him. The fact she'd made the scowl go away for a little while was an achievment in inself she could be proud of.

"Good." She nodded. Then looked a little closer trying to working out what he was thinking and if what he was expecting her to say.

"I'll settle for pestering you, unless you got something better you could suggest?" How she's tempted to say she wants the dog. But even she knows not to bother going there.