never be so kind you forget to be clever
"Oh no, not at all." Flora says with a knowing shake of her head. "They're actually very very sweet." Mirroring the motion of Jack's finger on her own glass, whether consciously or not, Flora takes a moment to bask in her success before it all starts to go to shit.
Running her tongue defiantly across her teeth before pressing it against the inside of her cheek, Flora leans jerkily back in her chair whilst folding her arms across her chest (but not across her cleavage). "What's his?" She demands, indignantly. "Offense." It doesn't occur to Flora to wonder how it is Jack knows what he does, instead, her young mind is simply trying to figure out how to salvage what had been going so well.
Wilting a bit, Flora exhales and drops her gaze to herwater gin. "How about instead of an inn you show me to where one of Frey's shrines is." She asks in a voice that sounds as young as she suddenly feels.
Running her tongue defiantly across her teeth before pressing it against the inside of her cheek, Flora leans jerkily back in her chair whilst folding her arms across her chest (but not across her cleavage). "What's his?" She demands, indignantly. "Offense." It doesn't occur to Flora to wonder how it is Jack knows what he does, instead, her young mind is simply trying to figure out how to salvage what had been going so well.
Wilting a bit, Flora exhales and drops her gaze to her
