Perhaps? Lucanis, you've already got your hooks in, I don't need to be bribed more.
[ she says it with a wry humor approaching her usual tone, still baffled by all the gestures but not finding any reason to turn it all down. he had laid out his argument logically, after all. and what's more: she's thinking better now that she's actually had time to sit, eat, and drink. another thing Lucanis had obviously been right on, even if she had done her best to push the help away out of some misguided view of self-sufficiency.
it's just...not something she's used to. this isn't pampering, not really, but it feels like it is, especially after the week she's had. ]
Alright, alright, I see this was a losing argument from the start. [ some part of her is miffed. or maybe annoyed? but she shoves it aside and focuses on the fact that he's here. he showed up, food and drink carefully in tow, with a full plan in mind. Neve thinks she can count on one hand the amount of people who have done this kind of thing for her in the past. while she can count on the Dragons now, for the most part, they're also stretched thin.
what Lucanis is offering, with a strange kind of ease for a paid assassin, she thinks, is different. warm. a crystallized kind of good that even Zara couldn't torture out of him.
she finishes her pie and flashes him a tired smile. ]
I'll pass the word along; I promise not to abdicate to Ashur. [ she's never considered herself a particularly lonely person, but the mix of Lucanis' care, a full belly, and... well, who is she kidding, the sharp line of his body sitting slouched in the chair across from her–it causes a question to bubble up, no filter to catch it. ]
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Date: 2025-01-31 03:01 am (UTC)[ she says it with a wry humor approaching her usual tone, still baffled by all the gestures but not finding any reason to turn it all down. he had laid out his argument logically, after all. and what's more: she's thinking better now that she's actually had time to sit, eat, and drink. another thing Lucanis had obviously been right on, even if she had done her best to push the help away out of some misguided view of self-sufficiency.
it's just...not something she's used to. this isn't pampering, not really, but it feels like it is, especially after the week she's had. ]
Alright, alright, I see this was a losing argument from the start. [ some part of her is miffed. or maybe annoyed? but she shoves it aside and focuses on the fact that he's here. he showed up, food and drink carefully in tow, with a full plan in mind. Neve thinks she can count on one hand the amount of people who have done this kind of thing for her in the past. while she can count on the Dragons now, for the most part, they're also stretched thin.
what Lucanis is offering, with a strange kind of ease for a paid assassin, she thinks, is different. warm. a crystallized kind of good that even Zara couldn't torture out of him.
she finishes her pie and flashes him a tired smile. ]
I'll pass the word along; I promise not to abdicate to Ashur. [ she's never considered herself a particularly lonely person, but the mix of Lucanis' care, a full belly, and... well, who is she kidding, the sharp line of his body sitting slouched in the chair across from her–it causes a question to bubble up, no filter to catch it. ]
Does the suite come with company?