Rating out of Ten

Amalia It's fascinating to see Adam so outwardly affectionate, though perhaps not such a great surprise. The man has never been shy with his caresses, but Amalia suspects she can see more behind it, that there's a little less playfulness and a little more sincerity. Maybe she's projecting, but she just can't help remember the way he grew a little quiet, a little flustered, a little soft. So she smiles brightly back at Peter, shrugging quietly, wanting to give her friend a hard time. "Oh, yeah- well, kind of. I've never known him to be at a loss for words, except when he talks about you." But then Deimos arrives behind her, and Adam wastes exactly no time in striking right back. She's looking up at her lover with a warm, pleased smile when the thief makes his introduction, and immediately the baker's cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson as she turns a furious, coal-bright glare back upon her friend. "Adam!" Amalia exclaims, indignant, struggling to keep her voice soft as she rises onto her knees. "One time! Reaching out with a fist far stronger than her slight frame would suggest, she attempts to punch him mostly playfully on his thigh, utterly mortified and thoroughly unable to look back and meet Deimos' gaze. reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you