[She lets amusement, still sombre around the edges, quiet, enter her voice. She isn't making fun of him, as she would ordinarily do, however subtly. But his words still cause a bit of humour, for her]
You could never bore me. [She slides the piece of honesty in, for something different. And while 'never' is a bit of a strong sentiment, she's confident in the statement. She may grow tired, no, has grown tired of the life she's leading, of the game in a grand scale, but she can't picture a time in which she'll tire of this dance with him. Even if she knows it won't (can't) last forever]
But it might be more interesting, if you let me look at what you've done.
[She doubts he will, and she slides her arm back, just slightly, so she can brush the pads of her fingers along the nape of his neck. It's a minimal pressure, it isn't teasing, and from anyone else it would almost seem like an idle gesture, something to keep their hands busy. But she's never done anything simply for the sake of it]
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You could never bore me. [She slides the piece of honesty in, for something different. And while 'never' is a bit of a strong sentiment, she's confident in the statement. She may grow tired, no, has grown tired of the life she's leading, of the game in a grand scale, but she can't picture a time in which she'll tire of this dance with him. Even if she knows it won't (can't) last forever]
But it might be more interesting, if you let me look at what you've done.
[She doubts he will, and she slides her arm back, just slightly, so she can brush the pads of her fingers along the nape of his neck. It's a minimal pressure, it isn't teasing, and from anyone else it would almost seem like an idle gesture, something to keep their hands busy. But she's never done anything simply for the sake of it]