I don't want to steal your freedom
you don't have to change your mind
Laughing boisterously at her toothy smile and dogged insistence on being entertained by all the skills at his disposal, Harper shakes his head fondly and caps his flask now that it's clear they won't be lingering much longer at the table. Her slight fluster makes his grin mellow into an understanding smile.
"Let them talk. We'll never know their names or faces - who cares if they know ours?" It's a freedom for him, and though he can't force her to feel the same, he wishes she could experience it if only to quell the feeling of being judged that he suspects lingers in her stomach. He'd experienced it all too often while briefly leading Torchline.
Standing and making his way around the table to her, he bows gallantly and extends one hand to her in offering, heedless of the heads that turn and eyes that stare. "My dear lady, as you have granted me an evening of your time with which to entertain you, then please lead on to our destination." He turns his voice svelte and charming, attempting to channel some princely mannerism by which to make her flush - or better, laugh.
"Let them talk. We'll never know their names or faces - who cares if they know ours?" It's a freedom for him, and though he can't force her to feel the same, he wishes she could experience it if only to quell the feeling of being judged that he suspects lingers in her stomach. He'd experienced it all too often while briefly leading Torchline.
Standing and making his way around the table to her, he bows gallantly and extends one hand to her in offering, heedless of the heads that turn and eyes that stare. "My dear lady, as you have granted me an evening of your time with which to entertain you, then please lead on to our destination." He turns his voice svelte and charming, attempting to channel some princely mannerism by which to make her flush - or better, laugh.
I just want to make you love me
so please let me take my time
HARPER
