Safrin
"Mmm, so you say." Safrin replies doubtfully before she sits in order to partially sit up. Beckoning to her side where a glass table ringed with gold has suddenly appeared, she gestures to the goblet meant just for him. While what's inside Jack might be tempted to describe as rum, it's a good deal more than that, though likely if he were ever to describe it, he'd find himself utterly incapable.
"Normally I do so like seeing men on their knees, and yet..." Safrin's lips twist slightly as her eyes lazily appraise the man before her. Catlike, she watches him, her mind inside of his own and yet her own thoughts are as quiet and still as the surface of the pool. "Where most would find themselves..excited to find themselves here, in this place specifically, you...don't. Not in the same way." Without access to her thoughts Jack would have to judge for himself whether or not Safrin judged this to be some slight against her, though he'd find no help in the feline way she coiled herself upon the lounge.
"Normally I do so like seeing men on their knees, and yet..." Safrin's lips twist slightly as her eyes lazily appraise the man before her. Catlike, she watches him, her mind inside of his own and yet her own thoughts are as quiet and still as the surface of the pool. "Where most would find themselves..excited to find themselves here, in this place specifically, you...don't. Not in the same way." Without access to her thoughts Jack would have to judge for himself whether or not Safrin judged this to be some slight against her, though he'd find no help in the feline way she coiled herself upon the lounge.
