She blushes red at that. She doesn't want to - she wants to respond with some duly pithy comment, or at least something cool and unconcerned - but with his mismatched eyes boring into her like that, his face so close to hers, and with all she was already feeling, she can't help it. He's right, of course. He's right, and with five words he's successfully skewered her, all her bravado and her attempts at nonchalance. She can't even truthfully say that she isn't frightened by the prospect, because she is, of course she is.
In the end, she just shakes her head, swallowing, and hopes against hope he's somehow missed how flushed she is. "No," she says slowly, her voice carefully measured. "No, I suppose not."
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Date: 2020-05-11 11:50 pm (UTC)In the end, she just shakes her head, swallowing, and hopes against hope he's somehow missed how flushed she is. "No," she says slowly, her voice carefully measured. "No, I suppose not."