His amusement was endearing and captivating; watching a man she knew to be such a force professionally and personally joke and goad her was strangely natural. Titania had be the unfortunate target of enough "jokes" in her life to sense when she was included and when she was targeted. When Murdoch Greyback played with their shared words and concocted false plans of revenge, it made her join him in smiles and chuckles. She had no idea tonight would come to such a pleasurable point.
His characterization of "amusement" landed oddly in her chest, but she would examine such nonsense later. "No, I much prefer she suffer so that we may indulge in her just deserts together." There was an argument for thwarting Isobel completely and avoiding Mr. Greyback as if he was objectionable company, but the thought was shattered and swept away as soon as it materialized.
"Don't be ridiculous Mr. Greyback. You make it sound like the standard society event is shallow and exhausting for anyone interested in things beyond gowns and china patterns." The sarcasm dripped from her words so heavily, that it even surprised Anya. Realizing how horribly critical she sounded, Anya gave a tiny shrug. She wasn't wrong.
Watching Mr. Greyback take another sip of a drink he couldn't tolerate, Anya found herself actually fighting a laugh. There was no complaint, but he looked miserable as he swallowed the delightful bubbles. Fighting a snort, Anya extended her hand and casually accio'd whisky. She was almost surprised there was any available. Extending the enchanted bubble of whiskey to her companion, she could only smile. "Here, the finest single malt known to the sea creatures."
Content that she had delivered a small moment of pleasure to companion with the beverage change, Anya was almost certain she misunderstood the words presented. She had been the best of friends and sisters in heart long before marriage bound them, confidants for over twenty years of their lives, and Anya still had yet to visit The Reach. At some point, she stopped asking.
She must have looked like an idiot, standing there, jaw attempting to form words around empty air. Anya watched his posture, noted how he suddenly seemed to curl in on himself with the offer. Did he wish her to turn down the request? When he met her eyes, it seemed as if the offer was genuine.
With what small bit of courage left in her, Anya extended a hand to the top of his and lightly stroked across his knuckles. With a soft smile seconds from exploding into self-conscious nerves, Titania answered, "I would be honored to join you all at The Reach, Mr. Greyback. It will be a true pleasure."
His characterization of "amusement" landed oddly in her chest, but she would examine such nonsense later. "No, I much prefer she suffer so that we may indulge in her just deserts together." There was an argument for thwarting Isobel completely and avoiding Mr. Greyback as if he was objectionable company, but the thought was shattered and swept away as soon as it materialized.
"Don't be ridiculous Mr. Greyback. You make it sound like the standard society event is shallow and exhausting for anyone interested in things beyond gowns and china patterns." The sarcasm dripped from her words so heavily, that it even surprised Anya. Realizing how horribly critical she sounded, Anya gave a tiny shrug. She wasn't wrong.
Watching Mr. Greyback take another sip of a drink he couldn't tolerate, Anya found herself actually fighting a laugh. There was no complaint, but he looked miserable as he swallowed the delightful bubbles. Fighting a snort, Anya extended her hand and casually accio'd whisky. She was almost surprised there was any available. Extending the enchanted bubble of whiskey to her companion, she could only smile. "Here, the finest single malt known to the sea creatures."
Content that she had delivered a small moment of pleasure to companion with the beverage change, Anya was almost certain she misunderstood the words presented. She had been the best of friends and sisters in heart long before marriage bound them, confidants for over twenty years of their lives, and Anya still had yet to visit The Reach. At some point, she stopped asking.
She must have looked like an idiot, standing there, jaw attempting to form words around empty air. Anya watched his posture, noted how he suddenly seemed to curl in on himself with the offer. Did he wish her to turn down the request? When he met her eyes, it seemed as if the offer was genuine.
With what small bit of courage left in her, Anya extended a hand to the top of his and lightly stroked across his knuckles. With a soft smile seconds from exploding into self-conscious nerves, Titania answered, "I would be honored to join you all at The Reach, Mr. Greyback. It will be a true pleasure."
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