[ While his initial refusal is met with a carefree shrug, Grell gazes back on him not unlike a deer in the headlights, when he brings up that particular subject. She'd had the remainder of that biscuit between her teeth while reaching out to snatch the tea - but she'll forego that thought, in favor of removing the food from her mouth.
Her movements have become slower, almost cautious. It might be clear that she expects the worse; in fact, she might just. Suddenly, she feels responsible for pushing him too far, too fast. Perhaps he will remind her that he still holds no feeling for her, and sink her spirits - or, worse, feel as though he holds some obligation for one act of intimacy.
Ah, but she shouldn't get too far ahead of herself. ]
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Her movements have become slower, almost cautious. It might be clear that she expects the worse; in fact, she might just. Suddenly, she feels responsible for pushing him too far, too fast. Perhaps he will remind her that he still holds no feeling for her, and sink her spirits - or, worse, feel as though he holds some obligation for one act of intimacy.
Ah, but she shouldn't get too far ahead of herself. ]
...Alright. Tell me, what are you thinking?