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Cass:CQS is more like a branch but with different resources and training.Moving with them, was more about doing something new.If Mason Bradley needed me today, I would show up at his office right away and wait for instructions.
Mal:Will you be helping with my brother’s wife?
Cass:I’m already helping.
Mal:So you knew about Blythe.
Cass:Yeah, Sanford called me asking to give Atlas a hand if he needed it.
Mal:You could have given me a heads-up.
Cass:No.This is what I mean about separating the job from us.I can’t just come to you every time, Mal.Only if I think it’s necessary.
Mal:If I need help with this case?
Cass:You can count on me, but we have to figure out the boundaries.We don’t bring the cases home.
Mal:We don’t have a home.
Cass:Hopefully, one day we will, and we have to start practicing.
Mal:You sound like a fucking adult.
Cass:I’m trying to become one.Now, I’m heading back to work.We should be closing in an hour if you need me.
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Lilah: Week ‘I’ve lost track’ of casual kisses but no sex ...this union doth not unfold as I once envisioned.
Cassian: The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Mal: It’s been a hell of a few weeks at the station—sorry.I told you, didn’t I?Just head to my place when you're off.Cassian should be up by then, pacing or brooding or both.You could calm his fucking attitude with a blow job.
Cass: Yes, let’s all do that.It’s a date.
Lilah: I’m not penciling in sex like it’s a dentist appointment.
Mal: Who said anything about sex?There’s an indoor pool.You could swim.Or just float around looking smug.Up to you.
Lilah: You mentioned a blow job—if you don’t know that is sex, I have nothing to discuss with you, sir.
Cass: You have an indoor pool?
Lilah: It seems like he does.I never got the memo—or a tour for that matter.Not sure if I can just go there in the middle of a Wednesday.
Mal: You could go and, as I mentioned, use the indoor pool.As a matter of fact, you can go to the house whenever.No one will know you’re there—or what’s happening.
Cass: Unless you have cameras around.
Lilah: Wait—do you have cameras?
Mal: Only in the perimeter.Not inside.
Cass: Shame.We could’ve filmed our next sex tape—or you could’ve tuned in live.
Lilah: We are not recording anything.Ever.
Mal: The point—before Cass derailed it with pornographic enthusiasm—is that the house is there.For you.Use it.
