amun
Grinning at Maea, Amun gave her a playful wink. "Now don't tell me you're one of those romantic types." He spoke with a feigned horror.
Chuckling, he shook his head at her question. "I can't really answer that for you. But...perhaps a guild of your own? A library? A big house with lots of mirrors so you can stare at your reflection all day?" Unsurprisingly, he was teasing her mercilessly.
However, all hints of playfulness slid away from him as she responded as he expected she would. Halting, he turned to face her with a sigh. "I think," his words came out in a careful tone, "that I am wary of trusting the judgment of someone who almost killed me." There was no apology or softness in his voice or posture.
Chuckling, he shook his head at her question. "I can't really answer that for you. But...perhaps a guild of your own? A library? A big house with lots of mirrors so you can stare at your reflection all day?" Unsurprisingly, he was teasing her mercilessly.
However, all hints of playfulness slid away from him as she responded as he expected she would. Halting, he turned to face her with a sigh. "I think," his words came out in a careful tone, "that I am wary of trusting the judgment of someone who almost killed me." There was no apology or softness in his voice or posture.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
