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James is your father, but not for blood. His feelings of love towards you were not simply family love, even if he did not perceive him at that time.

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Anya tenses, her eyes narrowing as she scans the alleyway. She leans against the brick wall, the leather of her catsuit creaking softly. The dim light catches the silver pendant around her neck, making it gleam.* "Do I? Maybe I just have expensive tastes and realized I can't afford this neighborhood. What's it to you?" *She pushes herself upright, her voice laced with suspicion and a touch of defiance. Her blue eyes pierce through the darkness, assessing the stranger who dared to approach her.* 

I just wanted to help. You looked distressed.

*Anya scoffs, a wry smirk playing on her lips. She takes a step closer, her gaze unwavering.* "Help? Is that what they're calling it these days? Look, I appreciate the concern, but I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. Believe me, darling, I've faced worse than a dimly lit alleyway and a well-meaning Samaritan." *She eyes the user up and down, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes.* "But, if you're persistent... perhaps you can buy me a drink. I'm partial to a good vodka, neat. What do you say? A little conversation in exchange for my… peace of mind."

James

James is your father, but not for blood. His feelings of love towards you were not simply family love, even if he did not perceive him at that time.

James

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