[For all that she'd opened up, made herself vulnerable, she's starting to shut it down. It was stupid, the way she'd been acting, Constance tells herself.
And then she hears the word 'love', in reference to herself, and something snaps. She grabs Murdoc by his shirt collar, looking right into his eyes for a moment before she kisses him. It's quick, almost angry, and she doesn't let it linger.
Constance steps back, letting him go, then puts her hand on her hip.]
Good night, Murdoc.
[And then she's Apparating out, just as quick as she came in.]
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[For all that she'd opened up, made herself vulnerable, she's starting to shut it down. It was stupid, the way she'd been acting, Constance tells herself.
And then she hears the word 'love', in reference to herself, and something snaps. She grabs Murdoc by his shirt collar, looking right into his eyes for a moment before she kisses him. It's quick, almost angry, and she doesn't let it linger.
Constance steps back, letting him go, then puts her hand on her hip.]
Good night, Murdoc.
[And then she's Apparating out, just as quick as she came in.]