[ Eula smiles when he repeats the toast, clinking the glass with his and then watching in silence as he drinks, and there's something clearly relieved in her expression to see approval on hisโ after all, she knows he ironically doesn't enjoy most alcohols, which had been something else she'd had in mind when she went looking for something different. Only then does she lift her own glass to her lips, her eyes closing for a moment at its unique, nearly sweet taste, and there's something about it that's almost familiar and yet not at the same time, something she can't quite place but adds a strong flavor to the drink. ]
...I like this, [ she admits after a moment, opening her eyesโ and then having to blink again, because the drink isn't that strong but seeing him in front of her again instantly makes her feel like she's had one too many.
She puts the drink down, knowing her cheeks are turning pink. Maybe she can blame that on the drink, on the heat of alcohol and some other flavor on her tongueโ but she knows it's him.
...Food. Food is a good idea, lest she get drunk on a sip and the sight of him. ]
So... what's on the menu tonight?
[ Apart from you, she wants to say, but she bites it back in favor of looking across the table. She can see the spread laid out in front of them of course, but it seems somehow proper to have him introduce the food he's spent his time and effort preparing for their enjoyment.
Barbatos forfend, though, he looks good. Has three weeks of no touching really done this to her? It's so strange to think of the person she was before that night on Dragonspine, stoic and cold to all and with an occasional itch that she scratched with sex steeped in hate and anger. To think there was someone who could crack open that shell of ice enough not only to see who she is at her core, but to make her crave his touch enough that even three weeks is too much for her... ]
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...I like this, [ she admits after a moment, opening her eyesโ and then having to blink again, because the drink isn't that strong but seeing him in front of her again instantly makes her feel like she's had one too many.
She puts the drink down, knowing her cheeks are turning pink. Maybe she can blame that on the drink, on the heat of alcohol and some other flavor on her tongueโ but she knows it's him.
...Food. Food is a good idea, lest she get drunk on a sip and the sight of him. ]
So... what's on the menu tonight?
[ Apart from you, she wants to say, but she bites it back in favor of looking across the table. She can see the spread laid out in front of them of course, but it seems somehow proper to have him introduce the food he's spent his time and effort preparing for their enjoyment.
Barbatos forfend, though, he looks good. Has three weeks of no touching really done this to her? It's so strange to think of the person she was before that night on Dragonspine, stoic and cold to all and with an occasional itch that she scratched with sex steeped in hate and anger. To think there was someone who could crack open that shell of ice enough not only to see who she is at her core, but to make her crave his touch enough that even three weeks is too much for her... ]