Breakthrough

" How were you as a youngster..."
She asked.

" Bad boy..."
He replied promptly.

" Really...?"
Disbelieving , narrowing amber eyes on him, then adding

"So..what are you doing in this profession...?"

Observing him about to articulate a reply, with a staying hand she said,
" Wait...let me guess.."

Spearing him a rapier gaze, she hazarded,
"Seeking absolution for past misdeeds...? a slim eyebrow arched in question.

Giving her a measured look, a smile twitching his lips, he answered,
"Maybe..."