No, it doesn't work out all that well for Mister Pinkman. It's just some haphazard New Kids on the Block wannabe walkin' and talkin' here.
Zatanna winks for the briefest moment and raises a hand to point at her closed eye so quickly you might miss it. "And how, blondie. Although I can't imagine you're all too eager to sign up for the illustrious job of Magician Cabana Boy, hm?" Not that she was offering. He was a little too young and a little too scrawny for her tastes, but given time...
(Eh hem.)
"It hadn't occurred to you that it was all misdirection?" Or that she didn't know how to use that device properly, more likely? Magic and science (in this case, technology) didn't usually go hand-in-hand. Zee sets her glass down on the table and steps closer into his personal bubble while she raises a hand and holds it out toward him. "Good to meet you, Jesse. Jesse Pinkman. Friends call me Zee, which if you play your cards right? You just might find yourself counted amongst." The phrasing implies more -- just how she likes it.
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Zatanna winks for the briefest moment and raises a hand to point at her closed eye so quickly you might miss it. "And how, blondie. Although I can't imagine you're all too eager to sign up for the illustrious job of Magician Cabana Boy, hm?" Not that she was offering. He was a little too young and a little too scrawny for her tastes, but given time...
(Eh hem.)
"It hadn't occurred to you that it was all misdirection?" Or that she didn't know how to use that device properly, more likely? Magic and science (in this case, technology) didn't usually go hand-in-hand. Zee sets her glass down on the table and steps closer into his personal bubble while she raises a hand and holds it out toward him. "Good to meet you, Jesse. Jesse Pinkman. Friends call me Zee, which if you play your cards right? You just might find yourself counted amongst." The phrasing implies more -- just how she likes it.