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Originally Posted by
sarahlooo 
A man with confidence, Ivy liked that. "Certainly," she replied simply. There was nothing more unattractive than a male who had no confidence in himself. Men needed to have backbones and hard skulls that she could break.
Ivy leaned a tad closer, but kept her eyes wandering around the room while the auction proceeded. "That depends on who the interested buyer is... And what they are willing to offer." She gave him a look before answering his next question. "Yes." Her answer was simple. Not to mention she had tried several times before actually succeeding. Thankfully she had gotten it right eventually because her supply of willing potion-testers was dwindling.
Ivy leaned in and Erik felt his shoulder stiffen slightly, just as an involuntary reaction. Training, as it were. Should he proceed with the 'interested buyer' routine?
Why not. It could lead to her end in the campaign. So he smiled, but didn't take his eyes off the auction.
"I think we can discuss this at more length, over drinks..." he mused to her.
"If you're thinking vhat I'm thinking." Quote:
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Droo "Next item up for bid..." he said looking at his list, "is a weighted iron sculpture of... meowmeow? Oh I know I'm mispronouncing it... I was never good at runes. Anyway, it's the hammer of Thor, donated by A. Botros. Retailing 30 galleons. Do I hear 15?" He asked. Hopefully she wasn't thinking of buying this hammer though. Erik
needed it. And what's more, he
wanted it. It was a
knock-off relic of his personal hero. He hated how the auctioneer butchered Mjölnir's beautiful name...but no, this was his chance to rescue the hammer from the clutches of those filthy Brits.
"Twenty-five galleons," Erik called out loudly, raising paddle
007 with his outside hand, so as not to hit the lovely woman sitting beside him.