He’s in the middle of mentally cataloguing the target, filing away l’Duc’s description, when Gwenaëlle veers him off-course.
And then Stephen can’t help it; some real amusement slipslides through that professional facade, glittering in his eyes behind the mask. “Dracolisk seduction,” he asides right back to her, ruminative. “Probably worth a try, even if I’m not sure if Bellerose has practiced batting her eyes winsomely enough.”
Okay, so his very serious demeanour lasted, what, five minutes? (As Gwenaëlle has said to anyone who’s ever asked her for a description of the doctor: he thinks he’s funny.)
“Has she told you about the scaled fire-breathing monster she’s been rehabilitating?” There’s a recognisable warmth in the way he says it, though: monster (affectionate).
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And then Stephen can’t help it; some real amusement slipslides through that professional facade, glittering in his eyes behind the mask. “Dracolisk seduction,” he asides right back to her, ruminative. “Probably worth a try, even if I’m not sure if Bellerose has practiced batting her eyes winsomely enough.”
Okay, so his very serious demeanour lasted, what, five minutes? (As Gwenaëlle has said to anyone who’s ever asked her for a description of the doctor: he thinks he’s funny.)
“Has she told you about the scaled fire-breathing monster she’s been rehabilitating?” There’s a recognisable warmth in the way he says it, though: monster (affectionate).