[She might not have known him a terribly long time, but long enough to be able to see when there's something not quite right about his demeanour. Still, she smiles and moves to the chair as it's offered, seating herself and brushing a crease from her skirt.]
You had thought I would refuse? For shame, my dear.
[Her smile tilts to something gently teasing, and she clasps her hands on her lap.]
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You had thought I would refuse? For shame, my dear.
[Her smile tilts to something gently teasing, and she clasps her hands on her lap.]
How are you feeling?