Sylla keeps his gaze, though her eyes narrow slightly, as she fights the usual response to overthink and analyze everything. Instead, she watches carefully, and pouts her lips in an expression of great, pensive thought.
"American traditions of asking young ladies to dances are hardly my specialty, I'm afraid. There are no such books on the topic, not even in Daddy's library," she sighs heavily, barely able to contain her sly smile, which finally creeps out. "More over, I personally do not have much personal experience on the matter." The Borgins are. . .not exactly approachable, she knows, at least not until she herself has plotted out ways to make herself so. She isn't sure whether she should be proud of this feat, or admire him for being brave enough to do so.
No, it's a much better thought to think of this as a personal feat of her own. She prefers it that way. Worthiness and all that sort that she reads about in her books.
That time, at least, upon finishing her last drawled thought, she does make a point to blink slowly. She supposes it could be taken as batting her eyelashes.
Dimi & Sylla
"American traditions of asking young ladies to dances are hardly my specialty, I'm afraid. There are no such books on the topic, not even in Daddy's library," she sighs heavily, barely able to contain her sly smile, which finally creeps out. "More over, I personally do not have much personal experience on the matter." The Borgins are. . .not exactly approachable, she knows, at least not until she herself has plotted out ways to make herself so. She isn't sure whether she should be proud of this feat, or admire him for being brave enough to do so.
No, it's a much better thought to think of this as a personal feat of her own. She prefers it that way. Worthiness and all that sort that she reads about in her books.
That time, at least, upon finishing her last drawled thought, she does make a point to blink slowly. She supposes it could be taken as batting her eyelashes.