”Is that always a bad thing?, she asks, her amber eyes twinkling with a bit of playful mischief. She leans against the bar slightly, taking a sip of her drink and crossing her legs. ”Why, does the palace have a hidden stash of better booze?” she asks, though she knows Sunjata’s plans. She wonders if he’s spoken to Neron yet and if the Warden has approved. Maybe. Maybe that’s what Loren was referring to. Or maybe (more likely) he was being cheeky.
”Very young,” she agrees, raising her glass toward his slightly and taking a sip as well. A toast, of sorts. A possibility. Of what, exactly, only time and more booze would tell.
He leans forward to properly ask his question, playfully flirtatious and she shifts just slightly closer to him in her chair. Neither of them moves back as the conversation continues, though she quirks her head at the mention of throats torn out by lions. Oh?
But he’s still talking and she doesn’t miss the dark thing that flickers through his eyes at the mention, so she doesn’t push it. She laughs though as he says their conversation is unfair. ”Hardly,” she says, voice a little low and smoky as she says it. ”I know your name and position and something about a lion. I am not so foolish as to believe that is everything that matters about you.” Maybe there were other girls who would care about nothing else, but Weaver was not other girls.
She leans back just slightly, picking up her drink and tipping it toward him. ”What about a game? We each ask a question of the other and we must answer honestly. Before answering, you drink. It will make the answers far easier anyway. I’ll even let you go first.” She knows she is opening herself up to telling the one story she never tells, but maybe it’s not so bad. She never said they had to give all the gory details, just the truth.
”Very young,” she agrees, raising her glass toward his slightly and taking a sip as well. A toast, of sorts. A possibility. Of what, exactly, only time and more booze would tell.
He leans forward to properly ask his question, playfully flirtatious and she shifts just slightly closer to him in her chair. Neither of them moves back as the conversation continues, though she quirks her head at the mention of throats torn out by lions. Oh?
But he’s still talking and she doesn’t miss the dark thing that flickers through his eyes at the mention, so she doesn’t push it. She laughs though as he says their conversation is unfair. ”Hardly,” she says, voice a little low and smoky as she says it. ”I know your name and position and something about a lion. I am not so foolish as to believe that is everything that matters about you.” Maybe there were other girls who would care about nothing else, but Weaver was not other girls.
She leans back just slightly, picking up her drink and tipping it toward him. ”What about a game? We each ask a question of the other and we must answer honestly. Before answering, you drink. It will make the answers far easier anyway. I’ll even let you go first.” She knows she is opening herself up to telling the one story she never tells, but maybe it’s not so bad. She never said they had to give all the gory details, just the truth.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
