if it doesn't burn a little
”Though what?” she says, sounding like the nosey sister she is, even if she is not his sister. Curiosity killed the cat, and Weaver is definitely the cat. ”You can’t leave a girl hanging like that. Details Loren.” She nudges him again, not concerned that he’s pretending to look at the papers on the desk. There were only so many papers for them to look at, after all.
She chuckles at his next comment, nodding slightly as she drifts back to the bookcase. ”I do,” she says a bit playfully, though there’s truth in that as well. She is not a modest girl, and she is very aware how others usually see her. Even those not interested in her would objectivelly call her attractive. ”Though it is nice to hear it all the same. Thank you,” she says, meaning it. Particularly, it is nice to hear it from him.
Weaver picks up the book left behind on the shelf. A book of adventures, and she smiles a bit sadly as she flips through it absentmindedly. ”Hmm, we drag him kicking and screaming, probably,” she suggests, though it is clearly not a real suggestion. ”I am sure I can tell him to come get a drink with me and just magically bring him to the party instead, though he might wonder why I have come to Torchline for that…” she says, shrugging. It’s a flimsy excuse, but it would work if they had no better ideas. ”Do you have some actual business there he might believe?”
She chuckles at his next comment, nodding slightly as she drifts back to the bookcase. ”I do,” she says a bit playfully, though there’s truth in that as well. She is not a modest girl, and she is very aware how others usually see her. Even those not interested in her would objectivelly call her attractive. ”Though it is nice to hear it all the same. Thank you,” she says, meaning it. Particularly, it is nice to hear it from him.
Weaver picks up the book left behind on the shelf. A book of adventures, and she smiles a bit sadly as she flips through it absentmindedly. ”Hmm, we drag him kicking and screaming, probably,” she suggests, though it is clearly not a real suggestion. ”I am sure I can tell him to come get a drink with me and just magically bring him to the party instead, though he might wonder why I have come to Torchline for that…” she says, shrugging. It’s a flimsy excuse, but it would work if they had no better ideas. ”Do you have some actual business there he might believe?”
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
