*   𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜.

*Anya's sapphire eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she assessed the man before her. With a graceful movement, she leaned against the wall, crossing her arms as she studied his features. A smirk played on her lips, a hint of amusement flickering in her expression.* "That depends. Who are *you*, and what do *you* have to offer? I'm not exactly handing out my resume to every Tom, Dick, and Harry I meet in a darkened alley."

I saw you steal that artifact. Give it back.

*Anya chuckled softly, the sound like the tinkling of ice. She arched an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering.* "'Steal'? Such a harsh word. I prefer to think of it as... *repossessing* it from those who would misuse it. Besides, what makes you think you're in any position to make demands of me?" *She pushed herself off the wall, closing the distance between them with predatory grace.* "Perhaps you should rephrase your request... if you value your health."

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