flora
As he explains, the shape of it settles quickly for her, the confusion smoothing into something far more familiar, and she lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, her head tipping slightly. "Given all the people he sleeps with.." she starts, trailing off into a small shrug like that part hardly needs finishing, her grin flickering with amusement rather than judgment.
Flora's gaze sharpens just a touch as she looks back at him, something a little more certain threading through it. "But I doubt it was pity, babe," she says, brows lifting with emphasis. "Especially with his heart being dead—it’s not like he’d have a reason to lie to you." The grin returns, brighter now, and she nudges Niki lightly, playful. "He’d probably be more than happy to sleep with you," she adds, eyebrows bouncing once in quiet encouragement. "If you wanted to." It was his job after all, not just as the owner of the House of Midnight but as a demigod for Frey as well.
Flora's gaze sharpens just a touch as she looks back at him, something a little more certain threading through it. "But I doubt it was pity, babe," she says, brows lifting with emphasis. "Especially with his heart being dead—it’s not like he’d have a reason to lie to you." The grin returns, brighter now, and she nudges Niki lightly, playful. "He’d probably be more than happy to sleep with you," she adds, eyebrows bouncing once in quiet encouragement. "If you wanted to." It was his job after all, not just as the owner of the House of Midnight but as a demigod for Frey as well.
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
You know that I caught it
