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"I'd probably be just fine on my own," he replied arrogantly, studying his fingers. He didn't like thinking that there was a job that he couldn't do, he would always complete his mission with accuracy. Even though this was a demon he was going to be facing he had a ridiculous amount of confidence that he would be fine, or perhaps it was foolishness.

They sat in silence for a while, and as the minutes passed Shaun caught himself staring at the other person in the room. He did so discretely, trying not to make it known to him. He found himself intrigued by his pale white skin, how it stretched tight over his lean muscles and bones. His features were actually quite delicate now that he studied them, very opposite of his own. His eyes traveled over his face and down to his jaw, continuing to search the pale skin of his throat and the top of his chest, where it disappeared underneath the fabric of his shirt. He swallowed slowly, feeling blood rush to his face.
Then he shook his head, trying to get rid of such thoughts. He needed to quit being stupid, this was his client after all... not some stranger to use for other things. He hated that he often found his mind running towards such things; he was a soldier, not a person who should think about indulging in pleasures such as that. All he was good for was killing after all, he wasn't a lover. He needed to keep his thoughts on the job ahead, not the sudden lust that had seeped into his brain. He quickly shook his head again, trying to ward off the train of thought completely.