heathen’s kiss

She blinked at him in surprise. Had he…had he just qualified his statement. Phoebe stared blankly for a moment, unsure what to make of it. Had he been able to tell how she had not reacted well to it? Had he…cared that she had not reacted well to it? If so, she certainly hadn’t expected it. ”No? Have you just not found any girls here that strike your fancy?” she asked, curiously, wondering how he might respond to that. It was a bit leading, sure, but he seemed crafty enough to work around if he really wanted to. And wondered if he did. Phoebe sips her tea, raising a brow at him as she watched him with wide, innocent brown eyes. She could see the little game he was playing now of course, and she knew most would probably think her unable to play along. And…usually they would be right, mostly because she wouldn’t notice the game. But here he was too obvious with his teasing. So she would throw it right back. ”Since when can men tell what a woman is thinking anyways? That’s not a very good threat given you can’t really follow it up with much.” she said cheekily with a little smirk, taking another sip of her tea, still staring at him with wide brown eyes. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself