At his comment about getting her way she smiled and quirked her eyebrows.  Although she smiled often, very few of Adrestia’s smiles every really made it to her eyes.  A smile was a debutantes greatest weapon, it drew you in and held you at distance all in the same breath.  For although she smiled, flirted, and complimented with great ease, never seeming the wall flower, none of it made it past the corners of her mouth.  In unguarded moments, and there were few, even with Peter and Ramdas, the sea grey of her eyes became steel and the warm softness of her expression was an implacable mask – a poker face to shame the rakes of Monté Carlo. 

Even so she nodded at him, flashing another brilliant smile, ’Then it’s setteled’ she said with an air of finality, ’I can spend a night or two a week with you and the rest of the week at my own address. I can fluu in and out and only the house mice will see me.’  She moved away from him towards the sofa and realised she was still wearing the maids drab clothing.  She was no expert in transfiguration, other types of spells had always been much more her forte.  Peter’s abilities had always far outstripped her own.  Adrestia raised her hands to her sides, indicating that his help would be appreciated in rectifying her clothing.  It was minor magic for a man as talented as him. 

She took a seat on the chaise that occupied his study, ’Would you mind, since you are so keen that I be myself with you.’ She made herself comfortable, ’It’s been rather a long time since we’ve seen each other Mister Salvage’ she added.  'To properly talk?' there was a hint of softness in his last remark cockiness replaced with the desire to reconnect with a friend.

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