Lilah assumes Sloane's first remark to refer to himself. This man wastes no words. She has no idea, so far, as to the object of his faith, but Lilah has met many men of strong conviction and found them to have, whatever the belief, a good deal in common with each other. That is not the issue that concerns her.
"Ahh, but, dangerous to whom? That is the question." She says this with a hard look, implying As long as it's not me, we can do business.
Sloane then qualifies his answer, and immediately becomes much more interesting.
Lilah raises her glass to hide a smile. "God have mercy on the man who doubts what he's sure of?" She figures Sloane will either recognize the Springsteen quote and its reference to disguises, brilliant and otherwise, or he will give Lilah credit for the sentiment.
Bruce is, in any case, an improvement on her initial impulse, which was to say, Oh, but those men can be fun. Thinking of Wesley in those first weeks, so dislocated and bewildered, needing somewhere to put a lifetime's worth of shattered belief. Even toying with the notion that he might put it in her. It had turned out to be more complicated than that, of course. It always did.
They eat through the hors d'ouerves, and Lilah doesn't even notice the waiter. People in the service industry rarely intrude on her line of vision, once she has made reasonably sure that they aren't vampires.
In response to Sloane's reminiscence, she says, "Please. Go on." Far preferable to sliding into maudlin reflections about her father or, God forbid, Wesley. Besides, as she's already observed, there are no tangents or pointless asides with this man.
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"Ahh, but, dangerous to whom? That is the question." She says this with a hard look, implying As long as it's not me, we can do business.
Sloane then qualifies his answer, and immediately becomes much more interesting.
Lilah raises her glass to hide a smile. "God have mercy on the man who doubts what he's sure of?" She figures Sloane will either recognize the Springsteen quote and its reference to disguises, brilliant and otherwise, or he will give Lilah credit for the sentiment.
Bruce is, in any case, an improvement on her initial impulse, which was to say, Oh, but those men can be fun. Thinking of Wesley in those first weeks, so dislocated and bewildered, needing somewhere to put a lifetime's worth of shattered belief. Even toying with the notion that he might put it in her. It had turned out to be more complicated than that, of course. It always did.
They eat through the hors d'ouerves, and Lilah doesn't even notice the waiter. People in the service industry rarely intrude on her line of vision, once she has made reasonably sure that they aren't vampires.
In response to Sloane's reminiscence, she says, "Please. Go on." Far preferable to sliding into maudlin reflections about her father or, God forbid, Wesley. Besides, as she's already observed, there are no tangents or pointless asides with this man.