Scent of Home

He takes her rejection well in stride, laughing along with the girl, light-hearted and amused. Fortunately, really- the last thing Amalia meant to do was make him feel inadequate, she simply cannot conceive of a world in which she finds him sexually enticing. It's not him, it's her. "Treasure sounds great," the baker replies, finger extended pointedly to the man, "So long as it is lawfully gained." She will not be the enabler of thievery, the excuse he uses to secure contraband. As he rises she does too, a vibrant grin still on her face, the impression that this is a harmless and charming miscreant cemented firmly in her head. It will be hard for Adam to escape that impression, to convince the Natural that he is anything else. Perhaps this is for the best. "Bring treasure when you do." She leans against the countertop, watching as he raises his arms, dark eyes glancing over bony hips with what might be an appreciative look on anyone else. On Amalia, it reads as speculative: how much do I have to feed him to keep him from stabbing someone with that pelvis? "I like spices. And flowers. And books." Watching him leave, Amalia shakes her head. She hopes he will not get into trouble. She could not be more wrong. amalia been talking to myself forever and how I wish I knew me better