Roger dangles the chain and pendant in front of her. He can't tell her where he got it; it's not new, obvious by the tarnish on the chain and the few tiny, tiny stones missing. But it's very, very real (Roger learned quickly to identify that; it makes all the difference when you're selling it), and - perhaps more importantly - it didn't belong to Laura. Elizabeth's, Julia's, or from a woman's pocket at the last party he was at, he can't remember.
"Come on, it's just a gift." he urges after a pause. She's going to reject it. He already knows it, and it's not that it's a romantic gesture - at least, it's not meant to be. Some sort of bait or insurance, perhaps. Worm his way into her good graces and presumably back into his own family's, and all that. He has to start somewhere.
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Roger dangles the chain and pendant in front of her. He can't tell her where he got it; it's not new, obvious by the tarnish on the chain and the few tiny, tiny stones missing. But it's very, very real (Roger learned quickly to identify that; it makes all the difference when you're selling it), and - perhaps more importantly - it didn't belong to Laura. Elizabeth's, Julia's, or from a woman's pocket at the last party he was at, he can't remember.
"Come on, it's just a gift." he urges after a pause. She's going to reject it. He already knows it, and it's not that it's a romantic gesture - at least, it's not meant to be. Some sort of bait or insurance, perhaps. Worm his way into her good graces and presumably back into his own family's, and all that. He has to start somewhere.