[ there could be a touch of pink filling the tops of his cheeks as the silence stretches at the mere implication of her suggestion; it's certainly less the description of him and more the inferred intent that silences him. he's punchdrunk and all too pleased, his eyes rounded and his smile involuntary as he glances away.
words, right. he uses them, from time to time. ]
Well then I'll have to wait with baited breath. [ he waits a beat and then looks at her sidelong. it doesn't mean he won't guess. flirtatiously. ] Will she be clever and stunning?
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words, right. he uses them, from time to time. ]
Well then I'll have to wait with baited breath. [ he waits a beat and then looks at her sidelong. it doesn't mean he won't guess. flirtatiously. ] Will she be clever and stunning?