Hmm-as usual I have no idea where this fic is going so I guess I'll have to wait and see like everyone else.
'Do you ever think of what will happen to us?'
'I prefer not to.' It would be too weird.
'So what do you think about?'
'What on disc are you trying to get at?' Susan had the shrewd idea that he was only starting this conversation to annoy her. So she would annoy him right back. 'Actually don't answer that. I'll answer you first. I think about what our relationship is actually based on.' Ha that should get him.
'Oh. But you know that.'
'Yes!' Teatime smiled, and despite herself Susan found it rather attractive, in a lop-sided way. 'Our relationship is based on pokers, violence, your volatile temper and my various and interesting skills.'
'That's one way of putting it.'
Teatime grinned. 'Exactly. You agree. We will last forever, because our relationship is completely unique. No one else has one like it.'
'No because they have more sense.'
'Who said sense was a desirable quality?'
Susan just glared. She would tell him to stop being so contrary, but she knew that he was actually, honestly, asking that question.
'It just is.'
'But sense says the poker is not the most efficient weapon in the world, and I can testify, that, in certain hands it is.'