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Ruby chose to believe his explications on the ball hosting's topic, and gave him a break from all the teasing. He didnt really fill the formular for the 'spoiler rich kid', so whatever wealthy family he grew up in, provided him good education. You could have all the money in the world, if you were a jerk, you were nothing - Shaun Bianchi prooved that.
There it was. Jacob, standing in the middle of the room, holding a carrot and death glaring a rabbit, ordering him to "sit", " play dead" and "kill", while waving that vegetable in front of the small animal. What the actual hell is wrong with you, Blackwood? It was a single question that cursed through the blonde's mind at her own moment of zoning out. But nevertheless, Jacob wouldnt probably train an animal to kill. Torture the hell out of someone- yes, but kill? Not really. " Murdering fantasies..that's..a really interesting choice of words." Ruby mocked the French about those words that came out of his mouth, usually before being previewed. In all honesty though, all criminals had murder fantasies. Whether it was your greaatest enemy dying in numerous, different ways, or you were making out with someone while killing them- it was all possible. Ruby had them all, but they usually varied from gore to sexy. "You dont ask someone about a surprise Max. You drop subtle hints and then buy him a rabbit." Red offered a laugh, and smiled at the thought of seeing Pierce with a bunny on his head. The critter would look like he's melting on top of the black curls perhaps.

Hurt. That was how Ruby thought the French could only feel with having his sister so far away from him. The distance between two persons usually cuts through their hearts, and they're left to bleed until they get closer and closer, and patch each other up. "One day" could be too late. I'm not an expert, but I would say that the sooner you give signs of being alive, the better." The woman talked, probably touching a personal string as she did so. Her tone was content, relaxed, close to a whisper. It was so peaceful around, she felt like Madden's moment of opening up about his past was not in vain. She let his touch fondle her hair, probably enjoying it a bit too much, just like the first time he did that.

At his question, Blackwood felt a piece of her crumble, to fuel another wall's necesar materials of being built. Were all those walls needed, though? Were they useful? With no walls, she would be vulnerable. And wasnt that the worst feeling ever? The hand on his torso twitched, closing in a soft fist. Saved by the phone? The Israeli was grateful, but she remembered why Max dropped by in the first place: someone annoyed him at work. And if they sent him away, there was no reason for them to call him back. PD should take responsability for their actions, not act like nothing happened. Ruby let him answer his call and finish talking, before standing up from his side. "You know what? You might be sorry, but I'm not. They sent you home, now they got to accept the consequences. No more Madden for the PD today. You're not going back there to get even more annoyed, or disable someone because you threw a chair at them." Ruby raised her brows in a serious manner, and let some of her Israeli accent come out as she spoke. PD had guts to toy with their workers like they wanted. She sneaked her hand from his chest to his pocket, and attempted to grab his phone before hopping off the couch. If he didnt interfere, Red would turn his cell on Silent and walk with it towards the window in her living room, opening it and aiming to throw the phone. "Deja Vu sucks, huh?" She would fold her arms and look back at Max, referring to the hospital trip.

No more nerves, no more rumors, Max will have to take the rest of this day off and relax. Even if that meant that Ruby should order some noodles for him, or do random activities. They might as well go take some air. Ruby was going to walk the dog sooner or later today, since the park was not that far.

Chemistry and butchering was right, even if it was only suspected as a joke. Someone in the forensic area of expertise didnt only master everything related to clues, but was a decent chemist. Combine substances, make poison, work with the measurements; it was an exact science. Cooking was all about the person's taste honestly. For butchering though, Ruby used the word torture.
Joking about being dragged in the Bianchi family, Max was on dangerous terrain. But because he was only mocking the Italians, there was no reason to put other words in his mouth. His smile was something that usually saved him from a punch or a slap, and Red was unsure how he managed to do such things. "Yeah, pity. You could have been the host of a fancy ball, or get your ass bombed." The blonde replied to his allusion with sarcasm and a head tilt, offering maybe a chuckle so the two wont tense up.

Surrendering was still boring in the woman's opinion, but so was having a normal sitting position. Yet no one could have everything they wished, right? "We are the opposite of normal." Ruby added, placing a hand on the armrest and buttoning the tv remote further, until some police movie was found. Oh the irony. But she had to admit, the cops on the tv were less Madden-like. Probably why their rating was so poor. "A cat?" At the French's question, Blackwood frowned confused, and turned her look on him. Her hand brought the tv remote under her chin, while her lips pouted curiously. Was she really acting like a feline? Last time Ruby checked, she did not live in a carton box, nor chase mice around. "I do not see how that's true. That's just stupid. Does that mean Jacob also acts like a rabbit, or a rodent? If we were to talk about nicknames.." Red let out a laugh, and smirked at the man, bending a leg underneath herself on the couch, while the other foot dangled above the floor. So Max was implying that he also acted like a dog, since they were all in the same box now. In his case it was true, he was easily excitable, cared about his masters more than he should (even though Ruby would probably argue with herself on how the three were all on the same level now) and he was great company. Another thing she would never admit, but it was visible. They were so comfortable around each other, and the blonde held that "exclusive" thing in mind, to be able to tease him a bit more, later.

Emotionally drained would be exagerated, in Ruby's case. Lacking emotion would make it impossible for her to switch from a mood to another, fake behaviours and fool others to believe that whatever emotion she is expresing is the real one. No. Her emotions were locked up, only used in professional ways. She did not want anyone to mess with her emotions, to set them free or to shatter them, hence the walls once broken by a certain individual that almost drowned her. Was it too much to ask from the words? To be..spared all the trouble? Of course.
There was no way the woman would let Max pass by saying some unknown things to her and then not getting harmed or mocked. Or both. In this case, she was probably going for the mocking, but not really. "You really expected me to let you slip away like that?" Ruby laughed, and kept her calm, spellcasting behaviour for now.

Exclusive. That word could mean so much, yet so little. She was still not sure in what way Max used it. "Ouhh, Max.." Her lips took an o shape, brows furrowing sightly, while her tone took a whisper like tone with the same suave voice. It almost looked like she expressed her pity or pain for him in that moment, for not realising. But she wouldnt drag him into the light, no. "You'll have to figure that out by yourself." With a smirk, she stole a glance from his lips and looked back at his eyes, unsure if he would allow her to tease him, considering he must have some reason to come by.

"Why do you even want to help me out? Are we seriously arguing on meeting the neighbours properly or not doing that? If you're so excited about them, why dont you order some Chinese takeouts and go knock on their door? I promise I'll be right behind you, watching you get embarrassed." The blonde laughed, having a grin appear on her face as she expressed her thoughts. Max talked about that couple, and about what Ruby should do like those were his neighbours too or something, and she found it quite funny. "Wow, you got a lifetime lasagna supply. Such nice neighbours." Ruby pinched her lips together in a sarcastic smile and gave him a head tilt.

"Italian? If by that you mean inoffensive or, I dont know, appealing , then yes you certainly look Italian." His worried face only added more to her sudden urge to chuckle, and she let that chuckle escape her lips after giving him a reasurring nod. Yep, the usual Max.

So French, and now he was throwing Latin at her too? Oh, Max really asked for it. Ruby knew enough languages to be able to get going around the key places in the world, sure except Franch apparently, but the blonde avoided to switch from English to another language in order to carry a normal conversation and not get her partener confused. Not the case now with Latin, but Madden will hate her in the next few seconds. "Est quod motto? Vy byli by udivleny , wie einfach es ist, zu erobern, aoyb ir hobn di rekht vepanz." [Is that your motto?You would be surprised how easy it is to conquer, if you have the right weapons. ] The woman switched from his desired Latin, through Russian and German all the way back to Hebrew. It was probably the first time she used so many languages since she came in Chicago, her tongue almost got tied in a knot, but luckily her accent saved her at the end and through the process. Ruby thought she knew French too, until Max came along and made her realise that once you didnt use a language, you forgot the shit out of it. Maybe she could ask for some French lessons? Language ones, not kissing. Her facial features didnt express too much, Ruby had a teasing glare aimed at him though, with that unimpressed face. Her pinch didnt do as much as she hoped for, so it was only logical to continue testing the terrain. Max's pretty outfit didnt help either, it only made her feel more playful. Her index finger pressed against Max's thigh, and slowly, her middle one got placed behind it, before she moved them at the same relaxed pace back to his knee, like it was some sort of little creature walking backwards across his leg, watching her own hand for a moment. Her eyes darted straight to Madden's as soon as she reached his knee, as if to read his thoughts and use them against him.

"Maybe"?! What does that even mean? That look on his face made Ruby internally punch herself. How did he even manage to make her feel caught in the act like that, without actually telling her that he knew anything. The "maybe.." trick was older than the ancient Greeks, it was something one said when they didnt want to burn any bridges but also wanted to look like they had blackmail material. Max just enjoyed to toy with her like that. Ruby tilted her head to the side, looking away for a moment before looking back at him with a side grin and a joking frown. It was not funny when you were the target, the vulnerable one, huh? "Liar!" She chuckled, wanting to think that he knew nothing, rather than falling for that trick, and raised her hand towards him, attempting to give him a gentle push in his chest as some unspoken "bitch please".
At this point, she was really clueless on why the man came over today, but quite honestly Ruby wasnt complaining. He was being his usual self, all relaxed, funny and mischevious. Pretty enjoyable, considering he was not here to accuse her of any murder she actually commited, or stuff like that. "Yes, I should probably tell Jacob that he's special too. I was planning to tell him on the 30th of February, in 2000-AintGonnaHappen. No, I dont want that to get to his head." Ruby laughed, shaking her head disapprovingly. Jacob being told he's special to someone, the next thing she knew was that the mercenary would stab her. Or worse. Exclusive, did he say? The blonde raised a brow curiously, the corners of her lips curling up. She was not 100% sure what he actually meant by that, and did not want to make any assumptions. "You dont like it. You love it. But please, explain to me how does 'being exclusive' make you feel, Max Madden?" Ruby used that oh-so-seductive tone in her voice when addressing that question, looking up at him with a pouty expression, half mocking him and the other half just really curious on how he would answer. Her hand was also brought up being folded in a fist with her index finger curled under her chin, in a thinking manner. On the other hand, the Israeli had no idea what he just said in French. Another sentence for her to Google Translate and note in her small agenda of leverage. "You'd be amazed how easy it is to kill one."

Andrea was a goofball, she sure knew how to make and take jokes, but a rumor of sleeping with someone..didnt really sound like it could cause one's laughter. If the PD eventually settled on that, Andrea would have lots to explain to get out of that shitty pit of a false word being spread around. Ruby felt bad for her bestfriend. "Yeah, or Andrea will kick your ass. I'm just warning you.." The woman raised her shoulders in a shrug, pinching her lips together in a guilty smile and putting her hands up in defense. Eventually if Max did nothing about that rumor, and it upset Andrea, Ruby would definitely do something. Be it by defending Andrea and lying about some other blonde, or by walking into the PD one morning with some coffee and a trip to Max's office, again to demolish any false accusations that could embarrass Keller. What were bestfriends for?

Neighbours? He..met..her what? Ruby stared at him suspiciously, narrowing her eyes and bitting on the interior of her cheek. "I didnt even know there was a couple living on this level.." Honestly, she did not put much on socialising with her neighbours. But this info might explain some latenight door knocking coming from the loft next to hers. Where are the soundproof walls when you need them? "Did they..pass by..or also asked you stuff? I mean how come you met my neighbours and I didnt?" Ruby placed her elbow on Madden's knee, holding her chin on top of the back of her palm and looking at him curiously.

It was not often that she had guests, it was actually rare considering that Enigma members just werent the type to drop by for a cup of tea and biscuits, or come to hang out, as Max called this act. The woman was not complaining either, of being gifted such friends in a city, a world like this. Madden and Pierce were the ones she could truly lean on if trouble arised, they had her back and she had their own, unconditionally trusting each other with their lives. It was a bit selfish of her to even attempt to question their friendship, even just as a joke, but Max seemed to actually be thankful that it was all clarified. No harm done.
Care, attention, emotion and affection- everybody needed that. No matter the quantities, one could go insane without those factors. Being on your own could be sickening, but if you were raised like that or if you adapted to it, there were less negative outcomes. On the bright side, no one's life depended on you, and yours was in your own hands; getting manipulated or blackmailed was much more difficult when there was no one you put in danger; death itself didnt seem like a big deal. Madden on the other hand, had proved that he feared to be left alone. Knowing there would be no one to remember him seemed to be his biggest nightmare. Why run from such lux? Ruby couldnt fully understand it yet.

"Did you really think I would put you on the same side as my enemies?" The woman furrowed her brown confused, a glimpse of sadness or maybe a disappointed one in her glare, pointed at the cop. No matter what happened, or would happen between them, there was no way Ruby would turn her back on Max, or redirect her strong loyalty. Only her friends deserved it, her being loyal to them, the Bianchis were not them. Jacob didnt appear as a Bianchi in her vision either, he had a tag hanging from his neck with the word "friend" on it. "You're not quite my best friend, but you are not an ordinary buddy either." Words, labels, were all so complicated. Red wasnt even sure how far on the frienship scale Max sat, probably somewhere between Oliver and Andrea, side by side with Jacob.

Telling him some small truths couldnt hurt, and that was mostly why Ruby decided to slowly open up in front of him, or at least throw a rope over her walls for him to catch. His game went unnoticed after he touched such personal topics, mostly because she trusted him not to do anything stupid. His words brought a chuckle to the Israeli, and as the fry flew towards her, Blackwood caught it between her fingers, and bit half of it. "I am reserved, when around strangers, or when I'm in a crowd. It's just you two idiots make me feel comfortable enough. You make me feel myself enough to get out of my bubble." Sharing a room with Jacob, as Madden put it, rand kinky to her ears though. "Max please, I just ate, remember?" With a mocking disgusted face, Ruby shook her head once and ate the remaining half of the fry, pushing herself off the table. If he wanted to follow her to the living room, so be it. "So how's the PD doing? Still struggling on unsolved cases, making up rumors, or what?" Addressing him from the doorway of the living, the blonde then leaned against the frame and folded her arms while smiling.

Madden was right about one thing; all the teasing, bickering and mocking that ever came from the two criminals, aimed at the cop, was their only form of showing affection. Like a wrinkled piece of paper, with a love poem on it. It was there in essence, the intention was good, but its appearance, its exterior needed some ironing. Such sociopaths could never understand love as it was, explaining the concept to them would be pointless. But Max somehow managed to plant those small, dehydrated seeds in the empty spot in their ribcage, where a heart was planned to grow. A heart that would lack its beating if the one seeding the love ceased to exist.
She offered him a chair so he would be able to sit down and enjoy the food, given that he appeared to want it, but it turned out he had other plans. Ruby tensed up as his legs closed around her hips, giving her the feeling of being trapped. He didnt sound too bothered by his actions, and certainly did not appear to make too much effort in stepping on unknown territories. "Max, what are you doing?" Did he not understand how she said "no hugs"? What kind of embrace was this anyway? Red turned her head to the side, searching for any clue on what his actions were, by moving her glare towards his face. She felt a small shiver down her spine when the man had placed his chin on her shoulder but didnt flinch as she started to get curious. Curious, on why he was really here and doing this weird stuff.

Him rubbing her stomach was very questionable. Blackwood slid her hands from his elbows' crooks to his hands, trying to either stop the petting or move his palms away from her belly. " Are you sure you're...okay?" Suspicious about this strange behaviour of his, Ruby frowned worried, sighing a bit relieved when the French let go of her. "Really flattering, but since when are we friends?" Whatever was in that fry, it was affecting Max, deeply. And the question on their friendship was a result of being prickled by curiosity. Would the cop still think of the two as enemies, or frienemies? The three had bonded more than well, but you could never be too sure in this enviroment. One could not afford trusting its own reflexion in the mirror, though somehow Ruby placed enough trust in those two than she should have. Now free of his hug, Ruby took a step away from him, pondering on either trying to dig up further information, or playing her own game. A game that wouldnt end too soon.

Who Timmy was didnt really concern Ruby, probably some annoying coworker by the looks of it. "So let me get this straight. You got pissed off at work, calmed down a bit and now came here to relax some more, or am I missing a point? Do you want me to order you some noodles?" Blondie said, folding her arms again and leaning against the table, facing Max. As much as it didnt feel completely right to allow him to be here, Ruby didnt want to ruin his day even more. Throwing a keyboard at someone meant a lot of anger, hopefully a relaxing evening would cheer Max up? Too bad she didnt know about his plans.

Keeping her soft side burried was a must, when around mafia members, or when out of her own shell. But in her apartment, no spy cameras could be sneaked, so there was no need to put up a whole new set of walls just for fun. Ruby could be a nice person, reliable and caring, but only for those who deserved it. Generally speaking, she was not going to label anyone she knew either in the 'bad' or the 'good' group. The latters was kinda empty anyway, if she wouldnt have to count Andrea and a few Enigma people. Maybe those two, Max and Jacob could fit there too?