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Phoebe smiled as he questioned her age. She knew she looked younger than she was, so she wasn’t surprised by his surprise. ”I am seventeen, though I will be eighteen come spring.” Young, certainly, but no child. Not by any measure she had grown up with anyways. Plus when you spent your childhood learning how to successfully coach women in their effort to bring children into the world, you tended to mature quickly. Well. In some regards anyways. She assumed the place they stopped was where he lived, and it made sense enough to her that he would want to stop and drop off his things there. He invited her in and she looked around in slight awe as she stepped in. It was a rather mesmerizing place…even if it was a bit untidy. Unmarried men were usually untidy though. ”Chisa-what?” she said with a confused expression. She wasn’t sure what language he was speaking but she definitely didn’t know what it meant. ”It is impressive and…inviting. Comfortable.”[/say} she said with a smile. How could it not be, being surrounded as they were in pretty fabrics. It was like being in a child’s blanket fort on a grander scale. But his last statement confused her. Less honorable tasks? ”What do you mean?” she asked, tone apprehensive. Now she was regretting coming in her all by herself with some man she didn’t know. Less honorable tasks…like what, killing stupid girls too easily caught up in a handsome smile? True or not, her internal warning bells were going off, so much so she even took a slight step back towards the door. Bastien Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world