Cool and charismatic was rarely the truth; he'd never really had her fooled in that regard. Motoko had long ago lost the knack for believing in things that weren't there, and had never been able to recapture it.

She turned, studying him out of a face that was irreverently, impossibly beautiful. Impassive, she watched Bruce, and then she touched his cheek and kissed him again, this time less tempered by violence, as close to 'tender' as she was likely to get.