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"You know, even most gentlemen don't invite a woman back to their hotel room over a book." she can't help herself, he leaves himself wide open for the tease and Isra finds herself laughing behind her free hand. She hides the smile because it's far too wide and far too genuine for a woman who tries so hard to be a perfectly moderate individual. At least under such circumstances. Remiel has not seen enough of her to warrant being so comfortable and yet she is. Perhaps it's a stroke of luck on his part, what others might have found odd or unsettling, perhaps even a red flag Isra thinks nothing of. Such things do not exist to her even when they should.

Isra lets her comment linger between them, smile tempered down when her hand falls back to her side. The woman can't help but wonder where he gets such ideas from, seeing herself as nothing more than a series of personas that she swaps out as needed (or wanted in some cases) leaves little room for such things to hold water. Perhaps she is like nothing he's ever met simply because she's not like anything at all and he simply can't see it. Not yet. Or perhaps he sees something in the cracks of the perfect porcelain doll where even she sees nothing at all.

She can only assume that is why she finds herself returning her attention to the performance before them as is finds its end, speaking evenly. it has, for the most part, lost her interest. "Consider me charmed I suppose, because I'm willing." it's not the first time she's accepted an off request, even when she probably shouldn't. "I can't say I'm looking for any kind of answer." not that she can say out loud, to say out loud is to make it real and that is something she cannot allow. "but I'm curious what makes you think this of me regardless."

Remiel Calcifet

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW

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He doesn't seem to miss a beat and her attention returns to him when he speaks. For a moment her eyes flicker over him, as if thinking him over one more time before she answers, but she knows her mind won't change. He's too curious an individual and she feels like she would be missing out if she walks away from him now anyway. An indirect way of thinking she wants to go along with whatever adventure she's agreed to.

"I don't see a reason not to, I don't think we'll be missing much else," and besides, the excitement they've had so far has likely over stayed its welcome. With them both in agreement Isra is eager to start moving out of the thick of the crowd before it becomes too much of a hassle with the rest of them festival goers dispersing as the night comes to an end. Whatever else may cause them to linger is of little concern at this point anyway.

She squeezes his hand, for just a moment, a small mimicry of his earlier gesture. His compliment isn't lost on her but the idea of another enjoying their time with her so readily is a sentiment she's still not sure how to make sense of and if she understood it from him earlier then surely, he'll understand it being returned.

"I like the sound of that."

Remiel Calcifet