[ She blinks right back at him wondering for a moment if she's said something she shouldn't. It was mostly a joke. Mostly. She knows as well as Sylvain probably does that Claude doesn't get jealous and certainly hadn't reacted that way when she had realized that she had kissed Sylvain after they'd had their date. It had been baffling, which really only served to feed the insecurity that had sprouted in her heart unbeknownst to her.
It's a complicated feeling and subject, two of her least favourite things. With an ease she's developed over the years, she tucks the topic and the feeling away for another day (or maybe never, that would be fine with her too, she thinks), or for when Sylvain is back and really has his head in her lap. She had promised she wouldn't lie to him, but she hopes that he'll forgive and forget this time as she continues to press kisses to his knuckles. ]
Nothing. Just a slip of the tongue. Your dashing good looks just sent my head spinning there for a second.
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It's a complicated feeling and subject, two of her least favourite things. With an ease she's developed over the years, she tucks the topic and the feeling away for another day (or maybe never, that would be fine with her too, she thinks), or for when Sylvain is back and really has his head in her lap. She had promised she wouldn't lie to him, but she hopes that he'll forgive and forget this time as she continues to press kisses to his knuckles. ]
Nothing. Just a slip of the tongue. Your dashing good looks just sent my head spinning there for a second.