> "I'm not," Sloan quipped quietly and with a crooked > kind of gring "But Jonathan would kill me for letting > blood get on this carpet, and even I know I wouldn't > want to answer to Julia if you were to get pricked." > > He sat in a chair that was near the sword and at an > angle where, if necessary, he could put himself in the > way in case the man decided he did want to use the > blade. Aside from that, he let Derek call the shots.
"You wouldn't have a chance against against the pair of them," Derek agreed before turning his gaze back to the new comer. > *the oriental man bows and sits down in a chair* Thank you. My name is James > Cash. > Derek held his hand out to the man a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "It's a pleasure meeting you," he said. The name sounded very familar to him. "What brings you here." His gaze moved to the sword. A fascinating piece indeed. Derek
