( a man comfortable in his own skin, or at least so he appears to her. though there is something there, lurking, like a silent slithering, seen out of the corner of your eye, a rippling on the surface of dark, otherwise dead water. something just enough to unsettle you.
or, perhaps, she just a bit more keen than other people.
still, she relents, and she dips her head and sighs. then her gaze returns back to his eyes. ) That is what I asked you to come here for, yes. Though I was serious about the not hurting yourself bit.
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or, perhaps, she just a bit more keen than other people.
still, she relents, and she dips her head and sighs. then her gaze returns back to his eyes. ) That is what I asked you to come here for, yes. Though I was serious about the not hurting yourself bit.