Reflexively giving a gentle squeeze to the hand covering hers, Titania gave a grateful smile as she felt her breathing attempt to settle. "Thank you, Mr. Greyback for yet another rescue this evening." She watched the shift in his face, the relaxation and then roguish smile that made her smile. Even with the thick beard and solid presence of a man, there was something playful in his eyes that looked so boyish.
"Now I am no certain if I am more concerned for you or Isobel. If she takes pleasure in such a meeting, she is more devious than I believed, but you," Anya chuckled and gave a slight shake of her head, "If this is your pleasure, there is no help for you." How he snapped back to jovial entertainer was a miracle. It was not a power Titania possessed, but it settled her and relaxed the tension in her spine.
Anya raised an eyebrow with a smile. "You were trapped with a near-stranger for the better part of your evening and you all but thank me. I would like to thank her, but I can only imagine the misery of a smug Isobel in the house." Reluctantly releasing his hand, Anya took the offered drink and a small taste. She had other favorites, but should would have taken poison from a stranger if it allowed her to wet her mouth.
She preferred to stick to facts and the avoid running off on the 'what could be,' but there were heavy implications in his statement. With whom he spent his time in Society was highly consequential and open to scrutiny, regardless of what muffling spell that protected them. Treading as cautiously as she could, Anya offered what, she hoped, was an appropriate statement. "I am honored you give me the pleasure of your company and the opportunity to puzzle out the schemer in our midst. I would rather beg your forgiveness than pretend to understand the modern debutante. It is a test to one's sensibilities in which I no longer feel prepared." She offered a tiny shake of her head. She had never been suited to talk of frills over substance.
"Now I am no certain if I am more concerned for you or Isobel. If she takes pleasure in such a meeting, she is more devious than I believed, but you," Anya chuckled and gave a slight shake of her head, "If this is your pleasure, there is no help for you." How he snapped back to jovial entertainer was a miracle. It was not a power Titania possessed, but it settled her and relaxed the tension in her spine.
Anya raised an eyebrow with a smile. "You were trapped with a near-stranger for the better part of your evening and you all but thank me. I would like to thank her, but I can only imagine the misery of a smug Isobel in the house." Reluctantly releasing his hand, Anya took the offered drink and a small taste. She had other favorites, but should would have taken poison from a stranger if it allowed her to wet her mouth.
She preferred to stick to facts and the avoid running off on the 'what could be,' but there were heavy implications in his statement. With whom he spent his time in Society was highly consequential and open to scrutiny, regardless of what muffling spell that protected them. Treading as cautiously as she could, Anya offered what, she hoped, was an appropriate statement. "I am honored you give me the pleasure of your company and the opportunity to puzzle out the schemer in our midst. I would rather beg your forgiveness than pretend to understand the modern debutante. It is a test to one's sensibilities in which I no longer feel prepared." She offered a tiny shake of her head. She had never been suited to talk of frills over substance.
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