Contain this technique... [ his words trail off, as if he was deeply considering her words. what they mean. the peculiar vernacular utilized. that is before he gives a soft laugh. ] You sure are into that, milady. [ it's 100% sarcasm. and...
that being the way she speaks. the way she carries herself akin to royalty.
in a way, he doesn't actually care if it holds validity— if she truly is or isn't. at the end of the day, the richness of her blood, and the quality of confusion embedded in it spoke far louder. held more relevance, and this relevance lingered on the tip of his tongue. even now, it remained as a heat at the base of his throat. subtly burning. yeah, he could get used to this. ] Appropriate, huh? [ he looks her body over. once, twice. obviously,
no subject
that being the way she speaks. the way she carries herself akin to royalty.
in a way, he doesn't actually care if it holds validity— if she truly is or isn't. at the end of the day, the richness of her blood, and the quality of confusion embedded in it spoke far louder. held more relevance, and this relevance lingered on the tip of his tongue. even now, it remained as a heat at the base of his throat. subtly burning. yeah, he could get used to this. ] Appropriate, huh? [ he looks her body over. once, twice. obviously,
before he manages to give a shrug. ]