Rinoa was blushing, and a little at sea. How exactly should she ...
If he had lips, she could drop her eyes to them, and wriggle a little closer; she might even offer him the glass, by its stem, and watch him drink in turn.
If he had eyes, she could let hers linger on them a little too long, and get some kind of a read on how he was feeling. Whether this ... flicker ... was entirely one-sided.
Ridiculous. It was probably always this intimate, sharing with someone; for her to now assume it had had undertones was childish. She was going to compose herself and try to act like a Sorceress, not a wide-eyed teenager.
"I didn't ..." Her voice sounded off, to her own ears. She had to clear her throat, blushing darker, and try again. "I didn't realize how ... personal that was."
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If he had lips, she could drop her eyes to them, and wriggle a little closer; she might even offer him the glass, by its stem, and watch him drink in turn.
If he had eyes, she could let hers linger on them a little too long, and get some kind of a read on how he was feeling. Whether this ... flicker ... was entirely one-sided.
Ridiculous. It was probably always this intimate, sharing with someone; for her to now assume it had had undertones was childish. She was going to compose herself and try to act like a Sorceress, not a wide-eyed teenager.
"I didn't ..." Her voice sounded off, to her own ears. She had to clear her throat, blushing darker, and try again. "I didn't realize how ... personal that was."