[ the statement is so simple, so straightforward, that she thinks it shouldn't cause such a flutter in her belly. but Viago's easy, earnest I want to makes her feel giddy, an autonomous flush blooming under her skin; her cheeks are hot, along with the tips of her ears. a small part of her thinks it's silly, to be so excited about such a thing. but, she knows exactly how much of a private person Viago is and how ardently he protects that independence.
so, she is equally aware of how much trust drips off those words, for him to offer them with little to no hesitation. Teia beams, ready to tell him she would be happy to be shown around Salle, only to be interrupted by the reappearance of their waiter. the bottle of wine, still corked, and two glasses are set down before he asks after their order. while he lists off the specials, she leans forward in her seat to examine the menu, head tilted to block out the sound that's echoing off the water nearby.
immediately, she catches Viago's glance out of the corner of her eye, his normally sharp attention diverting from both the waiter and the menu–though anyone looking at him now wouldn't be able to tell. instead, his blue-grey-green eyes have dropped to the front of her dress. or more specifically, the fullness of her cleavage; the main reason she'd bought this in the first place. with a mischievous smile tucked into the corners of her mouth, she scans the menu one last time before making her decision–a more decadent pork osso buco–with supplies being oddly constrained from the occupation, she'll take every rare chance she has at something she may not see again for months.
she keeps her smile restrained as she notes that Viago's order is done somewhat distractedly. something for her to follow up on later. with both orders placed, their waiter whisks off, leaving Viago to uncork and pour the wine, to be able to do his testing to his satisfaction. it's a testament to his comfort and possibly his exhaustion that, once the test passes, he pours a glass for himself as well.
not knowing if mentioning it would sour the mood, she chooses not to comment, taking her glass gladly and swirling it idly before sipping. ]
I look forward to getting a proper tour of the country, then. [ there are things she could say, about the Antaam being spread thin but their numbers seeming to grow by the week. how they're getting better at understanding the tactics the Crows employ. or at least, in sniffing them out or proactively routing them.
that conversation is for later, though. if there was one thing she kept a strong boundary on, it's that she would not mix business and pleasure. Viago was here to assist, of course, but this dinner was not about his help. it was about them. about the time they spend together. ]
Are the estates very far apart?
[ having traveled to parts of Antiva, she's certainly seen enough of the landscape and knows that in some areas, there could be a few miles between neighbors. mind-boggling, really. she cannot fathom being so far off from everything. ]
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Date: 2025-01-20 12:21 am (UTC)so, she is equally aware of how much trust drips off those words, for him to offer them with little to no hesitation. Teia beams, ready to tell him she would be happy to be shown around Salle, only to be interrupted by the reappearance of their waiter. the bottle of wine, still corked, and two glasses are set down before he asks after their order. while he lists off the specials, she leans forward in her seat to examine the menu, head tilted to block out the sound that's echoing off the water nearby.
immediately, she catches Viago's glance out of the corner of her eye, his normally sharp attention diverting from both the waiter and the menu–though anyone looking at him now wouldn't be able to tell. instead, his blue-grey-green eyes have dropped to the front of her dress. or more specifically, the fullness of her cleavage; the main reason she'd bought this in the first place. with a mischievous smile tucked into the corners of her mouth, she scans the menu one last time before making her decision–a more decadent pork osso buco–with supplies being oddly constrained from the occupation, she'll take every rare chance she has at something she may not see again for months.
she keeps her smile restrained as she notes that Viago's order is done somewhat distractedly. something for her to follow up on later. with both orders placed, their waiter whisks off, leaving Viago to uncork and pour the wine, to be able to do his testing to his satisfaction. it's a testament to his comfort and possibly his exhaustion that, once the test passes, he pours a glass for himself as well.
not knowing if mentioning it would sour the mood, she chooses not to comment, taking her glass gladly and swirling it idly before sipping. ]
I look forward to getting a proper tour of the country, then. [ there are things she could say, about the Antaam being spread thin but their numbers seeming to grow by the week. how they're getting better at understanding the tactics the Crows employ. or at least, in sniffing them out or proactively routing them.
that conversation is for later, though. if there was one thing she kept a strong boundary on, it's that she would not mix business and pleasure. Viago was here to assist, of course, but this dinner was not about his help. it was about them. about the time they spend together. ]
Are the estates very far apart?
[ having traveled to parts of Antiva, she's certainly seen enough of the landscape and knows that in some areas, there could be a few miles between neighbors. mind-boggling, really. she cannot fathom being so far off from everything. ]