"Oh, they explained it to me, I think I have it here." She rummaged around in her high laced boots and pulled out a paper. "Ah, 20 million promised to whom who catches, and if they are in the fighting force (the police), they will be forced to travel around with her, because she seems undeterred by prison." She gave a tinkly giggle.
"I'm not in the fighting force though…."
"You have the sticker on the side of your ship."
"Perhaps. Also, why do you have that in your boot?"
"Oh, I keep it around." She neatly folded it up and put it back. "So bring me to the court, get your money, and we'll go check out your probably just as pathetic home, eh?"
Jules rested his head on the wheel. "Please shut up before I murder you."
"Haha, okay, fine." She smiled to herself and leaned back, then threw her legs up on to the left console area.
"DON'T PUT YOUR FEET ON THE DASH!"
(I couldn't think of the damn word, thanks.)
She glanced at him. "Why?" She kept her feet resolutely on the dash.
"Cus I just cleaned it yesterday."
"Awwwww you cleaned it yesterday." She laughed and leaned back farther into the seat. "Start driving, cowboy."
"Get your feet off first."
"What does you driving have to do with my comfort?" She glared at him. "Look I've been through this a lot, so just get driving." I'm shocked he hasn't stuck his hand down my pants yet. She thought sarcastically as she took her feet off the dash.
Jules sighed and lifted off. "Why must you torment my dash?"
"Why must you be such a bitch?" She shot back as she picked moodily at her nail.
"BECAUSE YOUR FEET ARE ON MY DASH THAT'S WHY!!!"
(I just want to say that as an INFP, you're absolutely nailing it)
"Ohohoho you catch a," she put her fingers up and signified air quotes, "'dirty criminal' and expect them to be nice. Yeah…" She rolled her eyes.
(Thank you!)
"No I don't but the dash is important so gET YOUR FEET OFF!"
"MY FEET ARE OFF YOU IDIOT! FUCKING DRIVE!"
"I. AM. DRIVING."
Lilith growled cusses under her breath as they drove to the Royal Court. They arrived and as Jules got out, Lilith stayed in the car, still picking at her nail.
"Are you coming?" He put his hands on his hips.
"No, they'll know I'm here. But I'd guess I should come so they can mark me as your property." She rose up out of the car and followed him.
A little old lady at a desk and smiled up at them when they entered. "Good day, what are you here for, sweetums?" Mostly crooning to Jules.
Jules gestured awkwardly at Lilith. "Most wanted demon this side of the great divide."
A slight dark look loomed over the lady's face. Lilith noticed and scowled. The little lady picked up a phone and dialed something while still glaring at Lilith.
"Yes, we've got her. She's with agent 5690." She put the phone down and glanced up. "They're awaiting you in room 45, with your award, and the mark for the demon."
"Thank you." He nodded at her. "C'mon criminal."
Lilith glared unhumanly like at him and followed him to the designated room. There an impressive man had a check in his handwritten for 20 million. He nodded at Juels. "Wait here." He pointed to a chair. He grabbed Lilith's wrist and escorted her from the room.
Jules raised an eyebrow but stayed put, waiting.
A few good minutes passed and he escorted her back into the room. Lilith looked more subdued as they allowed them to go after Jules signed a few papers.
