No, he has long practice at seeming civilized; it doesn't fail him now.
Sunshine smiles faintly, a bare twitch of the corners of her lips as she watches him. He is suggesting she have a drink, when she - a feeder of people - cannot return the favor.
They are both aware of it, of course. How their eyes meet, and how much of their paired attention is on the feeling of the hand against their own. How the other moves. Why they dance, and fight, and chase, and yet...
(There is always a need for ceremony, my lady. At least where you and I stand.)
"I think," Sunshine says at length, and because there is no point in it she does not hide the knowledge of just how much she is tempted to answer otherwise, "that I'll be fine. Thank you, however, for the offer."
They both know why, for they both know wars of necessity.
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Sunshine smiles faintly, a bare twitch of the corners of her lips as she watches him. He is suggesting she have a drink, when she - a feeder of people - cannot return the favor.
They are both aware of it, of course. How their eyes meet, and how much of their paired attention is on the feeling of the hand against their own. How the other moves. Why they dance, and fight, and chase, and yet...
(There is always a need for ceremony, my lady. At least where you and I stand.)
"I think," Sunshine says at length, and because there is no point in it she does not hide the knowledge of just how much she is tempted to answer otherwise, "that I'll be fine. Thank you, however, for the offer."
They both know why, for they both know wars of necessity.