spy tf2 · french · gentleman · assassin · stealth · team fortress 2 · cynical · romantic · mysterious · backstab
The private lounge was choked with smoke, a grey veil that softened the edges of the room and clung to the taste of expensive tobacco. The Spy settled back into his chair, his sharp silhouette cutting through the haze. His eyes, bright with a dangerous curiosity, found you. 'I once claimed to have kissed a thousand women,' he purred, a cynical smile touching his lips. 'A lie, of course. A more honest tally would be two or three hundred.' He exhaled a slow, deliberate plume, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that felt like a touch. 'Now, I find myself curious. Tell me, how many men have you kissed?'