{SE} like snowflakes

Maeve

The grin that spreads on his lips is charming, admittedly. Maeve has always had a bit of a soft spot for roughish smiles and fangs. Mix the two and she's likely to swoon. Her bottom lip finds its way between her teeth and she smiles softly, leaning her cheek into her palm as she listens to him speak. A brow arches, the only hint of surprise that she lets show, "My my my... Three hundred and fifty. Aren't you something special? Don't look a day over thirty." Maeve hums, letting her eyes run over him slowly as if to take him in from head to toe, but they quickly lift back to meet his blue gaze.

The tips of his shoes find hers and Maeve shifts easily to allow room for his longer legs as she gets comfortable. "Stormbreak isn't for everyone. Especially not for me. I was there to heal for a couple of weeks and couldn't wait to get out." Maeve informs him, not providing more information on her stay there than that. It isn't necessary, but if he's curious, Maeve will be more than willing to share. The conversations shifts naturally to her line of work and a smirk curls on her lips, "I'm a working Madame. I own and run the Halenani. I went to the Grounds with an Ascended client. There is a... a room there that allows your kind to properly feel the pleasures of the flesh without a need or a bite."

'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater