[ Imbibing from her maker has already begun to change her body in small ways. The pink of her eyes are already darker than what he might recall, and she very well could have caught herself had he not reached out in time. For all her posturing and near failure it seems that some lessons had been absorbed even if they were tangentially and in between naps.
Fake recognition sparks in her gaze, but alongside it comes pleasure at being recognized. ]
Sylvain!
[ His name rolls off her tongue warm and honeyed like some kind of poem as she lingers deliberately in his arms before stepping back. ]
I'd be more flattered but I know that you say that to every pretty face. How have you been?
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Fake recognition sparks in her gaze, but alongside it comes pleasure at being recognized. ]
Sylvain!
[ His name rolls off her tongue warm and honeyed like some kind of poem as she lingers deliberately in his arms before stepping back. ]
I'd be more flattered but I know that you say that to every pretty face. How have you been?