Maeve
She's thankful that he doesn't press. Though it would likely do her some good to speak about it with someone else. Remi has more than enough on his plate without her potentially adding anything. Not that knowing of her current state would be a problem the Alchemist has to solve, but the emotional weight of it isn't his to bear.
Maeve smiles softly, nodding in response, "Apparently it makes me special." She jokes lightly, wrapping her arms around her middle, eyes sparking playfully as she looks over at Remi. As for the fletching? It isn't something she's given much thought. "I trust your judgement. I imagine you're familiar enough with me now to make something fitting." The Madame's nose wrinkles, resisting the urge to tease him about the fact that he has seen her naked and knows how to make her orgasm, something that surely makes him better suited than most when it comes to knowing her.
Maeve smiles softly, nodding in response, "Apparently it makes me special." She jokes lightly, wrapping her arms around her middle, eyes sparking playfully as she looks over at Remi. As for the fletching? It isn't something she's given much thought. "I trust your judgement. I imagine you're familiar enough with me now to make something fitting." The Madame's nose wrinkles, resisting the urge to tease him about the fact that he has seen her naked and knows how to make her orgasm, something that surely makes him better suited than most when it comes to knowing her.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
