[he does not look down at her suddenly more exposed from the way she scoops up her dress legs (he does, for two seconds), but it would not even be the first time he's caught a glimpse of more leg. she was just sitting behind him with her dress scrunched up! it's fine, whatever.]
[he sits down at the table with ease, glad she actually listened and did not heat up more than necessary.]
Not this time. [he offers her... a tiny smile?] I guess that part was nice.
[see, he's trying. he's really taken her you don't have to be a spy thing to heart.]
no subject
[he sits down at the table with ease, glad she actually listened and did not heat up more than necessary.]
Not this time. [he offers her... a tiny smile?] I guess that part was nice.
[see, he's trying. he's really taken her you don't have to be a spy thing to heart.]