I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Each note is taken seriously and adjustments are made. Maeve has taken to this surprisingly well. It isn't all that unlike dancing. there are differences. The movements aren't the same, but the similarities make it feel like second nature to the Madame in some respects. By the time the five minutes are up her arms are tired and aching, chest rising and falling rapidly with her breathing as her pulse hammers in her ears. She wipes away the sweat, bracing her hands against her knees for as she sucks in greedy breaths, willing her heart to slow before she straightens up with a nod. "More water.." Maeve mutters mostly to herself, giving him a little smile as he tosses her that wink and for once it doesn't bring a flush instantly to her cheeks.
She refills her glass, drinking deeply before topping it back off and joining him once more to watch him work. It's impressive. She'll give him that much. Maeve has seen him fight before. She watched the trial, but there is something to be said abut the way he moves. It's almost hypnotic and she finds herself quiet as she watches him strike over and over again. Maeve knew he was taking it easy on her and she's really not all that shocked to see what he's capable of. "Well now you're just showing off."
She refills her glass, drinking deeply before topping it back off and joining him once more to watch him work. It's impressive. She'll give him that much. Maeve has seen him fight before. She watched the trial, but there is something to be said abut the way he moves. It's almost hypnotic and she finds herself quiet as she watches him strike over and over again. Maeve knew he was taking it easy on her and she's really not all that shocked to see what he's capable of. "Well now you're just showing off."
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
