Drawing back, satisfied at the sweet ease and compliance in Flora's expression (Authority, says the narrator of BG3), Dahlia straightens up and offers her a smile that, finally, seems genuinely pleased. "And to a long-term arrangement, I hope. You'll stay here with us in The Tower for a few days, I hope? There is much to share with you, and even more I'd like to pick your brain about and plan. You might even run into a few more Friends here and there. It would be nice for you to know each other, to develop a working relationship - perhaps more."
Bouncing her eyebrows and stepping back, Dahlia is about to head for the door - clearly expectant for Flora to follow - when she remembers the mess of glass on the desk. "Oh, how clumsy I am." She sighs. "You wouldn't mind cleaning that up would you? I daresay you won't even need a cloth. Delicate little hands like yours should be able to just pick it all up, don't you think?"
Bouncing her eyebrows and stepping back, Dahlia is about to head for the door - clearly expectant for Flora to follow - when she remembers the mess of glass on the desk. "Oh, how clumsy I am." She sighs. "You wouldn't mind cleaning that up would you? I daresay you won't even need a cloth. Delicate little hands like yours should be able to just pick it all up, don't you think?"
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
