’but I do like it’ she said cheekily, bobbing her head to one side like a cat observing a curious bird. Those analogies applied to them both rather well, Peter had all the aspects of a bird, even down to speed and character of his movements, while Addie was smooth and cat like in all of her actions. She had never been a seductress but she knew how to play one very well. A chameleon in her manners as well as her natural abilities to change her face. Although playing pretend had come just as easily as her meta abilities. She wasn’t even sure who she was beneath all of the pretense, and she seldom stopped to examine that metaphysical question, lest she end up as mad as King Lear, wandering the streets of London asking strangers [i] Who is it that can tell me who I am?[‘/i].

’If we are in this together, perhaps you should seduce the Princling?’ she teased, she wasn’t serious, having no inclination of Peters tastes in women, never mind men, but as she was the one who would actually have to capture the interest of the young man in question It was a teasing inroad. ’We just have to hope that he doesn’t have a penchant for brunettes’ she chimed. That was her biggest worry at the moment, that her current appearance, her as she presented to the world would not be enough to capture the interest of a first born son a wealthy family, that notions of his station or his dues would make him immune to her physical charms. While she could appear as a brunette it would be simpler to keep her default face as much as possible – much less chance for errors or inconsistencies.

---