Cassian looked on at her impassively, though not without an inner reaction. He didn’t miss the way her hand flew towards her chest, or the little uptick in her breathing. The better part of his career was made out of assessing such mundane details, clues to see if his line of questioning started to land its effect. And it was. In spades. These little gestures were... cute, and belied the suggestion that she had thought about him quite a bit after their encounter. Outwardly, he offered the young lady an amused flicker of a smile.
“I’m very sorry that you feel that way,” he mused unassumingly, guessing from the arch of her brow that he would be losing that wager if he took her up on it. It reminded him a bit of her tease from Venice (albeit her demeanor felt a lot less vicious at the time). At least this time, he could properly see what kind of dowry Miss Edevane had to offer. He’d considered, in passing after last summer, to do a bit of digging so that he may find her. But the task ahead seemed arduous once it wasn't immediately apparent, and he rather expected he would run into her naturally, someday soon. Never for anything that amounted to much more than their little rendezvous, of course. Perhaps a pleasant second round. But their meeting again took much longer than anticipated, and now he was starting to get a sense for why. She’d only just debuted - a fact that kicked up his blood pressure, he had to admit.
He watched her take her sip of champagne with intrigue, smirking at her… rather thinly veiled threat. Whoever that woman in Venice was, the blonde before him now seemed downright demure by comparison. “If I didn’t know better, Miss Edevane, I would think that you are planning some kind of bodily harm. Should I be concerned?” Signals said that he should be, but he found himself taking a slow step towards her. He thinks he remembers… she liked how tall he was.
At her question, Cassian gave a derisive snort of laughter. His blue eyes appraised her openly now, attentive to where her blush went (it was only fair, since that’s what she did to him). “You’ll be pleased to learn that I live here in London. May I ask you the same question? Did you have an arduous journey… from your grand sprawling estate just west of Milan, was it?”
“I’m very sorry that you feel that way,” he mused unassumingly, guessing from the arch of her brow that he would be losing that wager if he took her up on it. It reminded him a bit of her tease from Venice (albeit her demeanor felt a lot less vicious at the time). At least this time, he could properly see what kind of dowry Miss Edevane had to offer. He’d considered, in passing after last summer, to do a bit of digging so that he may find her. But the task ahead seemed arduous once it wasn't immediately apparent, and he rather expected he would run into her naturally, someday soon. Never for anything that amounted to much more than their little rendezvous, of course. Perhaps a pleasant second round. But their meeting again took much longer than anticipated, and now he was starting to get a sense for why. She’d only just debuted - a fact that kicked up his blood pressure, he had to admit.
He watched her take her sip of champagne with intrigue, smirking at her… rather thinly veiled threat. Whoever that woman in Venice was, the blonde before him now seemed downright demure by comparison. “If I didn’t know better, Miss Edevane, I would think that you are planning some kind of bodily harm. Should I be concerned?” Signals said that he should be, but he found himself taking a slow step towards her. He thinks he remembers… she liked how tall he was.
At her question, Cassian gave a derisive snort of laughter. His blue eyes appraised her openly now, attentive to where her blush went (it was only fair, since that’s what she did to him). “You’ll be pleased to learn that I live here in London. May I ask you the same question? Did you have an arduous journey… from your grand sprawling estate just west of Milan, was it?”
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