"Just someone's house? You could do so much worse than a house." Try the entire universe. Or even Westview itself—
But he hasn't pried, hasn't forced Wanda to tell him everything about what happened back there. She'll talk in her own time. At the question of what he's done, Stephen tips his shoulder into a noncommittal shrug. "Mm. Buy me a drink at the Bar With No Doors and maybe I'll tell you about it."
It's not flirting, exactly — but a perpetual tongue-in-cheek flippancy which, at first blush, doesn't seem like it ought to fit with a Master of the Mystic Arts. Chalk it down to his unconventional entryway to the paranormal. He's always been a little mouthy, a little playful, even when he was gloved and bloodied and hands-deep in someone's spine in the middle of an operating room.
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But he hasn't pried, hasn't forced Wanda to tell him everything about what happened back there. She'll talk in her own time. At the question of what he's done, Stephen tips his shoulder into a noncommittal shrug. "Mm. Buy me a drink at the Bar With No Doors and maybe I'll tell you about it."
It's not flirting, exactly — but a perpetual tongue-in-cheek flippancy which, at first blush, doesn't seem like it ought to fit with a Master of the Mystic Arts. Chalk it down to his unconventional entryway to the paranormal. He's always been a little mouthy, a little playful, even when he was gloved and bloodied and hands-deep in someone's spine in the middle of an operating room.