"Surely I'm capable of serving as a lady's maid for one day, Gwenaëlle." A smile- it sits far more genuinely on a moral face, one that wrinkles. "Besides, Yva does not deserve to be made to watch us play at this."
She's clever enough, and while he could play a secret foreign lover, he's-- impatient, despite himself, even when made to wait mere weeks.
That the truth of what he could be digs at him like a thorn buried in flesh could also explain away the energy under his skin is ignored.
They reach the inn fast enough, and he climbs the stairs behind her, following her to her room, waiting for her to unlock it before he glides in beside her, guessing which bed is hers from the trunks surrounding it.
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She's clever enough, and while he could play a secret foreign lover, he's-- impatient, despite himself, even when made to wait mere weeks.
That the truth of what he could be digs at him like a thorn buried in flesh could also explain away the energy under his skin is ignored.
They reach the inn fast enough, and he climbs the stairs behind her, following her to her room, waiting for her to unlock it before he glides in beside her, guessing which bed is hers from the trunks surrounding it.