[He's very polite, turning his back the moment he understands why she asks that of him. It's a little rude to return that politeness with an open stare, but nonetheless, that's what Rosalind does, staring with interest at the tattoo that spans his back and creeps over his shoulders. It extends past his trousers, and before she can stop herself she wonders how low it goes.
Which is a ridiculous thing to wonder.
Her stockings are set over her heels, and Rosalind shivers as her bare feet hit the ground. She's still in a skirt and blouse, but she feels dressed down.]
Yes, thank you.
[She doesn't glance over at him as she comes up beside him, very much aware of the fact he's in naught but his trousers.]
Age before beauty, I'd say, but I beat you on both counts. Go on.
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Which is a ridiculous thing to wonder.
Her stockings are set over her heels, and Rosalind shivers as her bare feet hit the ground. She's still in a skirt and blouse, but she feels dressed down.]
Yes, thank you.
[She doesn't glance over at him as she comes up beside him, very much aware of the fact he's in naught but his trousers.]
Age before beauty, I'd say, but I beat you on both counts. Go on.