Her gaze flickers over his face again. It's handsome, to be sure. Softer than Philippe's, lighter. "Not particularly, no. Do not take it too personally, I'm terrible with faces." More like she doesn't care that often, but still. Best to not reveal that one.
It hits her, a moment later, the softest whiff of something that is almost like a gentle rainstorm once spring rolls in. Her lips purse as she looks him over again. It's nature at its quietest, and there's part of the old Belle left in her to reject it.
"I am sure I will find out whether I care to or not," she sighs. "People tend to talk, no matter what circle you find yourself in. But I do appreciate the air of mystery. That is a new one." Most men - and some women - had a strange habit of throwing themselves at her, as if they could tame the beast. As if they could have a pretty new pet. The King's Whore, the shapeshifter. "Oh, then you would be so cruel as to tell her the truth?"
It's not a question of judgement, but one of curiosity.
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Date: 2014-12-09 10:16 pm (UTC)It hits her, a moment later, the softest whiff of something that is almost like a gentle rainstorm once spring rolls in. Her lips purse as she looks him over again. It's nature at its quietest, and there's part of the old Belle left in her to reject it.
"I am sure I will find out whether I care to or not," she sighs. "People tend to talk, no matter what circle you find yourself in. But I do appreciate the air of mystery. That is a new one." Most men - and some women - had a strange habit of throwing themselves at her, as if they could tame the beast. As if they could have a pretty new pet. The King's Whore, the shapeshifter. "Oh, then you would be so cruel as to tell her the truth?"
It's not a question of judgement, but one of curiosity.