never be so kind you forget to be clever
Though Jack doesn't comment, Flora can read at least part of his expression well enough to assume where he's currently doubting her. "You've done things the Torchline way." She says with a shrug, and while that might not be good enough for most people (Remi), for someone brought up on her shores the way Jack's mother was, no doubt she'd expect little else from her son.
Pressing her lips together, Flora tilts her head back to appraise the ceiling. The smile that overtakes her begins in the back of her throat, and as it peels her lips apart the queen can barely help the laughter that slips passed. No, she isn't quite thinking of soft acoustic sets, but simple refrains sung under Jack's breath when there was no one around to hear them. It has goosebumps trickling up her arms, and though she assumes it'll be a snowy day in Torchline before she hears him sing just for her, her mind has latched onto the notion just the same. "Of course you do." She says once the strength of her smile fades enough to allow the use of her mouth again. Regarding him with a look of unfettered affection, the Doubletake raises the glass to her lips, still softly chuckling to herself as she takes a sip.
If Flora's disappointed in Jack's answer, it's only because there's a largely unsatisfied part of her that yearns to do more for him. To be more for him. Humming her understanding, Flora shifts her gaze back to his hand, setting down the glass between them on the windowsill. "The offer is there if you ever want it." She says with a small shrug as she gestures for his other hand. There was nothing worse than having one hand covered in oil and massaged and the other hand not, as Jack would quickly learn if he refused her. "I'd do anything for you," Flora adds in a low voice, her aqua gaze flicking up to meet his in the growing darkness. "Maybe I'm too young to know what murder or worse is supposed to entail, but I can do a lot more than just that." I can do more than most people, if only you'd let me.
Pressing her lips together, Flora tilts her head back to appraise the ceiling. The smile that overtakes her begins in the back of her throat, and as it peels her lips apart the queen can barely help the laughter that slips passed. No, she isn't quite thinking of soft acoustic sets, but simple refrains sung under Jack's breath when there was no one around to hear them. It has goosebumps trickling up her arms, and though she assumes it'll be a snowy day in Torchline before she hears him sing just for her, her mind has latched onto the notion just the same. "Of course you do." She says once the strength of her smile fades enough to allow the use of her mouth again. Regarding him with a look of unfettered affection, the Doubletake raises the glass to her lips, still softly chuckling to herself as she takes a sip.
If Flora's disappointed in Jack's answer, it's only because there's a largely unsatisfied part of her that yearns to do more for him. To be more for him. Humming her understanding, Flora shifts her gaze back to his hand, setting down the glass between them on the windowsill. "The offer is there if you ever want it." She says with a small shrug as she gestures for his other hand. There was nothing worse than having one hand covered in oil and massaged and the other hand not, as Jack would quickly learn if he refused her. "I'd do anything for you," Flora adds in a low voice, her aqua gaze flicking up to meet his in the growing darkness. "Maybe I'm too young to know what murder or worse is supposed to entail, but I can do a lot more than just that." I can do more than most people, if only you'd let me.
