Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
His question, flipping it back on her, evokes an immediate eye roll. Lily knows this game, she knows it well. Answering the question usually goes one of two ways: the truth, and she admits she finds him attractive, or a slightly acerbic kind of teasing. Or she could throw the question right back, refuse to answer - that sort of thing. She doesn’t know what kind of man he is, and he isn’t paying her, so she doesn’t have to acquiesce to anything. Instead, Lily fixes him with a faint smirk and a blue-green stare.
“Like you’re able to keep a pretty woman’s attention when you want it,” she responds with a fairly non-commital answer after a long pause. After all, puppies can keep her attention, shiny things can keep her attention, funny things can keep her attention. In fact, it might be more of a comment on the minds of pretty women than it is on any qualities he might have.
Up until now, she’s let him get as close as he wants, keeping her hands close and the space between them… decent. Now she pushes off the bookshelf with her back and slips to the table he’d been sitting at, scooching back so she can fully sit on the edge. “How do you want to come off?”
“Like you’re able to keep a pretty woman’s attention when you want it,” she responds with a fairly non-commital answer after a long pause. After all, puppies can keep her attention, shiny things can keep her attention, funny things can keep her attention. In fact, it might be more of a comment on the minds of pretty women than it is on any qualities he might have.
Up until now, she’s let him get as close as he wants, keeping her hands close and the space between them… decent. Now she pushes off the bookshelf with her back and slips to the table he’d been sitting at, scooching back so she can fully sit on the edge. “How do you want to come off?”
