Parker.
"Show you what I've got?" Parker grinned. "Oh, lady, I have a lot." He nearly winked, but restrained when he remembered the crazy look in Kayla's eyes when she had held the knife to his throat. He rubbed his neck quickly with a wince. Sometimes it paid to be cautious - a lesson he'd never really been interested in.
A small noise brought his attention to a figured sitting at the side of the room. His eyes widened in surprise.
"Who's this?"
"Karine." Kayla said dismissively, Parker thought. Then again, Kayla was probably dismissive of everyone she met unless they were her Rouge. And he was dead anyway.
Parker exhaled loudly and squatted on the floor beside Karine.
"Pleased to meet you, Karine. Now -" he turned his body towards Kayla, "As you said, we need a plan. And if, as you say, there is someone who might not be faithful to the new - I mean, fake - Rouge, then perhaps we could give her a little push in the right direction."
"Go on." Kayla's face was impassive.
"Well, in all cases I'm an unknown commodity. So I could just stroll on over to the New Court and apply to be a jester or something along those lines. Get a little chummy with them and test the waters, see where the land lies. Reporting to you the entire time, of course." Parker's tone was joking, he wasn't expecting it to be that easy, but he genuinly thought it might be a good plan. If Kayla trusted him enough to go through with it.
