[ Who knows if "cute" is a good or a bad thing when it comes to this woman — she looks like the type that eats cute for breakfast. When she smiles, it isn't exactly friendly. There's something sharp about it. Something a little mean. ]

Sure. Tomorrow morning then. [ Her hand rests lightly on her hip as she eyes him, amused with that eagerness. "Miss Inspector Ma'am" — that shit is going to stick, isn't it? ] I know some guys over at the Shuten Arena. They'll let us in before the place opens. We can have the place to ourselves for a little while.

[ There it is again, that mean smile. ]

I hope you're as ballsy tomorrow as you sound right now.