And it burns like a gin and I like it,
She notes the shift. At least he's not as stupid as he looks.
Thal lets him study her, lets him piece together the various methods of torture in her eyes. She doesn't soften her eyes or retract her statement, but she gives him enough space to fix his approach, watching as he changes his demeanor. The casual flippancy is replaced by sly intentionality, smartly choosing to drop the topic.
Still, the incessant questions seem to have no end along or understandable reason, and it leaves Thal wondering what she did to earn his flagrant attention. She is tempted to tell him to find someone else to bother, but it's not as satisfying as making him give up and leave. After all, why does he care what impresses or surprises her? Did she lobby some kind of challenge when their eyes met? Did her mocking question strike some kind of chord he has to disprove?
Whatever it is, he doesn't give up easily, her eyebrow lifting with obvious condescension, her glass raising once more to her lips. "Depends on what you're trying to do." Because if it's pissing her off, he's already succeeded in spades. But if he's trying to get a specific reaction out of her or earn some kind of respect, then it's going to take a lot more work than some cocky comments and weaselly grins. Even she can't always pinpoint what it is about a person that makes them worthy of her time.
Thal lets him study her, lets him piece together the various methods of torture in her eyes. She doesn't soften her eyes or retract her statement, but she gives him enough space to fix his approach, watching as he changes his demeanor. The casual flippancy is replaced by sly intentionality, smartly choosing to drop the topic.
Still, the incessant questions seem to have no end along or understandable reason, and it leaves Thal wondering what she did to earn his flagrant attention. She is tempted to tell him to find someone else to bother, but it's not as satisfying as making him give up and leave. After all, why does he care what impresses or surprises her? Did she lobby some kind of challenge when their eyes met? Did her mocking question strike some kind of chord he has to disprove?
Whatever it is, he doesn't give up easily, her eyebrow lifting with obvious condescension, her glass raising once more to her lips. "Depends on what you're trying to do." Because if it's pissing her off, he's already succeeded in spades. But if he's trying to get a specific reaction out of her or earn some kind of respect, then it's going to take a lot more work than some cocky comments and weaselly grins. Even she can't always pinpoint what it is about a person that makes them worthy of her time.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
