[ it's as expected—there would be something fundamentally wrong if wriothesley ever left his tea unfinished, though the fact that he chugs it does make her smile a little in amusement. the enthusiasm is nice; she didn't think he would be the type to pretend he was interested if he wasn't, but it settles whatever lingering hesitation she had.
but the leash. clorinde picks it up again and then winds it around her hand, one twist and two, tugging him forward until he meets the edge of the table. it's not hard enough to interrupt his breathing, but tight enough for him the feel the taunt leather of the collar against his skin. she knows if they were to make their escape now would be the time, but she indulges once more in looking him over, allowing herself to admire unabashedly now that she has the opportunity to. he really is unfairly attractive. ]
You'd give me the reigns so freely? [ her other hand reaches out to brush his bangs away, the touch gentle compared to the firm hold she still has on the leash. fingers linger at his temple briefly before smoothing down the slope of his cheek and then away. ] How magnanimous, Your Grace.
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but the leash. clorinde picks it up again and then winds it around her hand, one twist and two, tugging him forward until he meets the edge of the table. it's not hard enough to interrupt his breathing, but tight enough for him the feel the taunt leather of the collar against his skin. she knows if they were to make their escape now would be the time, but she indulges once more in looking him over, allowing herself to admire unabashedly now that she has the opportunity to. he really is unfairly attractive. ]
You'd give me the reigns so freely? [ her other hand reaches out to brush his bangs away, the touch gentle compared to the firm hold she still has on the leash. fingers linger at his temple briefly before smoothing down the slope of his cheek and then away. ] How magnanimous, Your Grace.