[Ivy's only really still here because she can't be bothered to move, pleasantly exhausted, tracing figure-of-eights on Bruce's bicep with a fingertip and leaving a toxic red trail that heals almost the moment it's inflicted.
The question gives her pause and her gaze slides up to meet his.]
You're really asking why I didn't delegate a job [to a man >:C] that I could more efficiently do myself?
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The question gives her pause and her gaze slides up to meet his.]
You're really asking why I didn't delegate a job [to a man >:C] that I could more efficiently do myself?