[Oh, no, certainly not for her benefit— and she certainly doesn't take another look through her peripheral vision to try an appreciate it fully, nor does she let him take the first shot so that she can admire the way he takes aim.
Definitely not.
She follows the arrow's course, a smirk pulling her lips to one side when she sees where it lands. He had made his mark, technically speaking, but she knows him well enough to know that anything less than dead center certainly won't do.]
Not bad, for a first shot.
[Teasing, of course; they both know full well it was excellent.]
I may very well be taking you up on that. First, however—
[Her smirk pulls wider as she closes one eye for a moment, setting her sights along the length of her arm before drawing the bowstring back and firing. She, too, misses dead center— but manages to land her arrow just beneath Claude's, enough so that it almost nudges his arrowhead out of place, tipping its fletching upwards.]
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Definitely not.
She follows the arrow's course, a smirk pulling her lips to one side when she sees where it lands. He had made his mark, technically speaking, but she knows him well enough to know that anything less than dead center certainly won't do.]
Not bad, for a first shot.
[Teasing, of course; they both know full well it was excellent.]
I may very well be taking you up on that. First, however—
[Her smirk pulls wider as she closes one eye for a moment, setting her sights along the length of her arm before drawing the bowstring back and firing. She, too, misses dead center— but manages to land her arrow just beneath Claude's, enough so that it almost nudges his arrowhead out of place, tipping its fletching upwards.]
Hm.