[ The pause makes him a little nervous. It's hard to tell what is or isn't a touchy topic for most people, and he worries that he's said the wrong thing. It wouldn't be the first time he's stuck his foot in his mouth, after all, and it definitely won't be the last. But maybe she wasn't looking for an invitation -- maybe she was looking for someone to talk her out of a lifestyle of killing?
-- Which would be totally fucking disingenuous, coming from one Peter goddamn Quill. He may be a habitual liar, he may bend the truth when it's convenient for him (or even when he just feels like it), but he would never claim to be a saint. He may not have a criminal record anymore, but that doesn't mean he's not still a crook, not still an asshole. He may not kill often, but he doesn't have compulsions against it. Not when it gets results.
And, hey. His team consists of the deadliest assassin in the galaxy, two thugs, a maniac, and a thief with delusions of grandeur. He doesn't give a shit what sort of record someone has, as long as they're not looking to keep adding to it.
He's more relieved than he'd ever admit when she finally speaks; he worried that she had hung up on him. ]
Sword, actually. [ The answer is quick (and he wouldn't admit it, but there's even a touch of fondness there). He adds wryly, ] And I'd bet my life savings that she would totally kick your ass.
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-- Which would be totally fucking disingenuous, coming from one Peter goddamn Quill. He may be a habitual liar, he may bend the truth when it's convenient for him (or even when he just feels like it), but he would never claim to be a saint. He may not have a criminal record anymore, but that doesn't mean he's not still a crook, not still an asshole. He may not kill often, but he doesn't have compulsions against it. Not when it gets results.
And, hey. His team consists of the deadliest assassin in the galaxy, two thugs, a maniac, and a thief with delusions of grandeur. He doesn't give a shit what sort of record someone has, as long as they're not looking to keep adding to it.
He's more relieved than he'd ever admit when she finally speaks; he worried that she had hung up on him. ]
Sword, actually. [ The answer is quick (and he wouldn't admit it, but there's even a touch of fondness there). He adds wryly, ] And I'd bet my life savings that she would totally kick your ass.