lanselos_du_lac

"Do you know, I do believe you enjoy a compliment, sir," says Susan, bringing her other hand across so that she can run her fingertips along the length of his own fingers, thoughtfully feeling the shape of them. Then she tilts her head - if her hair was down, she would toss it back playfully, but since it's pinned in place as usual, she resigns herself to merely giving him a flirtatious look. "How detailed would you like your answer?"