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Martin was out cold for a lot longer than he would have anticipated. Of course, he woke up without much concept of time until he fully was lucid for a few days. He was set up in quite a nice flat. This Irene Adler really held up her end of the deal and he knew he had struck a deal with the devil, but he was loving it.

So on his second week in London, actually capable of moving about, he got himself a haircut and a shave. He now had the funds so he was able to buy a suit and look quite presentable. Nothing like his incarcerated self.

Then he found the guinea pig cafe.

She had to know that he had 'passed' since it was in the news, causing him to wait a while before coming out of hiding. Still, Martin grinned as he approached the tiny cafe, seeing that it was a bit different than what he had imagined from her description of it. He casually walked inside as if he were anyone else.

"Do I just take a seat anywhere or..."

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"So you wouldn't be friends with yourself. I don't think two narcissists would work together."

And he's definitely a narcissist.

"Will you teach me anatomy?"

“No; we find each other far too annoying and are always trying to manipulate the other. We need complimentary partners.”

“Well certainly if you wish to learn.” He is honestly surprised that she is asking. “I seem to have quite a bit of free time on my hands now. Any particular anatomy?”

"Not really. I've just always been curious and I've got someone who is well-versed now." She gets to learn something and he can show off. It's bonding.

She sips her wine. "This one is really nice."

“I could teach you by the books or with live specimens.” His eyes flickered up to her, gauging her comfort with such an idea.

“I doubt any of these bottles are less than $100.” He had gathered some of Ms Adler’s taste.

She's not immediately repulsed by the idea.

"Perhaps a corpse first, to get me used to the look of actual organs and such?"

If they're already dead she doesn't think she will feel bad about seeing them cut apart, it's an easier entry point into what he does than a living, crying person.

"Much more than I usually spend on wine." She chuckles.

"Sure," He smiled and took it at what it was; he couldn't expect leaps and bounds. Not that he was looking for a partner in that arena, but it was nice to have someone appreciate the things that he typically couldn't share with others.

"Lucky for you, you won't be buying anymore wine." he chuckled, turning to the stove to focus on the food for a moment.

It's pretty bold for her to be willing to come gaze at a freshly made corpse for the purpose of science. Especially knowing he had made a person into a thing. There was an openness between them that she hoped he appreciated as much as she did.

"Yeah, I could get used to the good wine. And the handsome man making me dinner."

And he certainly did. It was quite a sexy look on her.

He laughed at her comment as he began to dish out the food onto some fancy dishware. "And I could get used to have company." He added as he brought the dishes towards the large table in the middle of the room, expecting she would follow.

"Keep me in food and wine and I may never leave." Of course she follows him to the table. She brings the wine bottle with her so they can have another glass.

"I do miss the cardigan a little bit." She teases, "I'm sure we can find something equally comfortable for me to steal."

"Ah that cardigan." he had loved that too. "We could just replace it. It was getting a bit worn out in the end anyway." Not that he planned to wear much outside of suits and sweats around this place.

"Although that may just make me look like more of an old man." While he still found himself great, he looked to her as if fishing for compliments as he lifts his own glass for a long drink.

"Hm." She ponders it for a moment. "The haircut helped."

She grins, "I try to not think about how old you are."

She can be an instigator, especially when she knows he's looking for an ego stroke.

That felt good to hear and he rewarded her with a smile.

"I often like to think of how old you are." Not that she was scandalously young, Ainsley was probably younger, but the age difference was quite sexy to him. "And hold old you were when I was your age." A teenager he supposes.

"Dirty old man." She teases. "You could have been one of my teachers, or a college professor. I definitely would have fucked you then too."

The age thing adds to the power dynamic. It's not something that bothers her, really. Even if she is his son's age.

He laughs, "I could have and I would have loved watching your little quips in class." His eyes fell to her mouth as he said this. "And pondered about all of the things I could do to you if we were alone."

"Ever fucked a professor?" Worth asking since she clearly seems like the type to have tried. "I mean, after the priest and the serial killer, what's the limit?"

"I would have made an excuse to go to your office hours. Worn a short skirt."

She had been especially terrible in her 20s.

"The professor was before both of those, thank you. My second year of college I had an affair with an English literature professor."

"I think you ought to wear more short skirts; on that thought." He winked.

"An English Literature professor! How romantic!" And he truly meant that. "Did he woe you with the works of literature or did his cock make him too stupid to be that clever?" Clever in the American sense of the word.

"That can be arranged." She still has a few of her slutty clothes from her younger years.

"He would recite poetry to me after we fucked. It was quite romantic." The poetry and the sex. "He was in his late 40s, and I was 19. So I guess I have a thing for older men."

“I’m sensing a pattern there.” He chuckled loving the thought. “Daddy issues in there too?”

“Money doesn’t have to be an issue anymore, darling.” He casually reminded her. “If we want to buy you new outfits, we can.” Now we are a “we”.

"Oh, I have so many daddy issues! Isn't it obvious?"

A priest, a serial killer, her best friend's boyfriend. She makes bad choices.

She notices the use of 'we' and it feels sort of nice. They can have something sort of normal.

"New outfits and nice wine. I'd think you wanted to keep me around."

"It's one of my favorite things about you," he jested. A woman with daddy issues was a different kind of sexy that appealed to a certain kind of man; and he was certainly that breed of man.

"Well, you do give great head." He casually stated with his playful smile. "And I do like to spoil the women I'm with." Which would sound misleading for a sociopath; he did it for status and image, not really for her enjoyment directly. Only a wealthy man had the ability to treat a woman so well and they also did as he asked as a result; a win-win.

"So flattering." She laughs.

She was doing as he asked before he had much to offer. She knows his spoiling her is not really out of affection, but because it satisfies him.

"I know it all comes from the deepest part of your heart." She can't even say it with a straight face.

"I mean, it's really spoil you or kill you." Because both would certainly satisfy him. He reaches over to take her hand, both smiling as if this were truly some form of romance. "But then I'd be stuck with hookers and they just really aren't into it unless you force them, and even then its an act." His hand gives hers a squeeze. "Although we could have one really enjoy you."

"I'm way better, since I'm actually into it."

She gives his hand a little squeeze in reply. She's sure he has some level of fondness for her. As much as he's capable of.

"I do want to get us some pretty blonde."

“So she likes blondes!” His eyebrows go up as his smile spreads. “Do say more,” he leans in like a child excited to learn gossip. Clearly he never got such a need met with is ex. The idea of having multiple women, and women who enjoyed the sex that he did, was not to be a reality after marriage and certainly not after imprisonment. Now he had a new life and he adored it.

"I like long hair, really nice tits." She hasn't really gotten to talk about her fantasy woman.

"A submissive, someone I can pin down and have my way with."

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