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Chas clearly expects Edie to be charmed by his white dudebro scruff and rumored wealth, despite the fact she's old enough to be his mother and doesn't remotely swing that way. She ignores his vacuous patter, looking around the warehouse-conversion workshare space for the least-worst setting for the “thirty under thirty” photoshoot for Boston Magazine she's here for.
She feels Vena stir following her customary afternoon nap. You dislike this human, Vena observes with a ripple of amusement.
“Yeah, well,” Edie mutters quietly. “A job's a job.”
We could return later, her lover offers, and eat him just a little?