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Flora beams up at him, her grin equal parts delight and intrigue. "Gods, I can’t remember the last time I actually went hunting," she admits, the thought tickling some reckless part of her. "If ever at all." There’s a flush of excitement beneath her skin, a ripple of curiosity she doesn’t bother hiding as she bites her lower lip, lashes fluttering playfully up at him. "Is it terrible that I sort of want to see you do it?" she murmurs, voice dropping into something silkier, darker. The image shouldn’t be appealing, not of such casual brutality, and yet.
As he muses about reputation and how quickly word travels, she hums thoughtfully, her expression shifting into something more contemplative. At the mention of the rage room, Flora chuckles and bumps her hip against his. "Exactly. And if it's all only temporary..." Her smile returns, sly and sharper than before
But when he casually mentions that he hasn’t needed blood yet this season, her brows lift, interest piqued. "Really?" she asks, visibly surprised. "Has that made things more or less fun for you and Danta?"
As he muses about reputation and how quickly word travels, she hums thoughtfully, her expression shifting into something more contemplative. At the mention of the rage room, Flora chuckles and bumps her hip against his. "Exactly. And if it's all only temporary..." Her smile returns, sly and sharper than before
But when he casually mentions that he hasn’t needed blood yet this season, her brows lift, interest piqued. "Really?" she asks, visibly surprised. "Has that made things more or less fun for you and Danta?"
