Maeve
As if she isn't one of those people. Maeve doesn't comment, rolling her eyes at him even as she presses closer, uncaring of the heat that will surely make them uncomfortable in a bit. Maeve huffs out a laugh, "No, I was very clear. I asked for help with materials or the building. To which they said I had plenty of others who could do my errands and that my nipples weren't pretty enough to persuade them." She was only a little bitter about it, but she didn't need their help anyway. Not when she was doing it all on her own. Take that, Frey.
"Good match or not, I'm glad it went well." Maeve murmurs truthfully, drawing back just enough so she could offer him a smile, eyes soft as she met his gaze. The confession draws another soft giggle from her, nose wrinkling with it, "I would imagine so... What's it like? What made you pick a jaguar? Did they pick it?"
"Good match or not, I'm glad it went well." Maeve murmurs truthfully, drawing back just enough so she could offer him a smile, eyes soft as she met his gaze. The confession draws another soft giggle from her, nose wrinkling with it, "I would imagine so... What's it like? What made you pick a jaguar? Did they pick it?"
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
it's a sweet butter knife
it's a sweet butter knife
