[Oh. There's just a momentary pause, a quick blink that betrays she hadn't expected that. It's no declaration of affection, but . . . it's something, anyway. Some measure of trust, and she quietly appreciates it.
She nods. Pours herself another glass, already feeling her cheeks flush lightly. She's not a very big woman, and this is particularly potent. Or, possibly, spiked with aphrodisiacs.]
And you still wish to go to bed with me?
[She asks because it's important to her, now, to ask. Because she needs to ask, for the sake of her own peace of mind.]
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She nods. Pours herself another glass, already feeling her cheeks flush lightly. She's not a very big woman, and this is particularly potent. Or, possibly, spiked with aphrodisiacs.]
And you still wish to go to bed with me?
[She asks because it's important to her, now, to ask. Because she needs to ask, for the sake of her own peace of mind.]