Don't let them see you. Don't let them see what you are.
The stiffness in his back relaxed, and he forced his face to smooth from tension into the brow-furrowed awkwardness of a disconcerted young noble. His lips parted as if to ask, 'first timers?' only to stop halfway and lift a hand, rubbing it on his face. He let himself be led away, tilted his head close as if lured by the quietness of the reassurance.
But he parted his lips to breathe in the scent of this pale stranger, and pressed close more for his heat than to hear.
"I thought taking them here would be... courteous, at least, after such a long night out; they were desperate to come," he lied, sighing quietly, turning his face to look into Sara's as they walked. "What... should I expect, from my time with you...?"
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The stiffness in his back relaxed, and he forced his face to smooth from tension into the brow-furrowed awkwardness of a disconcerted young noble. His lips parted as if to ask, 'first timers?' only to stop halfway and lift a hand, rubbing it on his face. He let himself be led away, tilted his head close as if lured by the quietness of the reassurance.
But he parted his lips to breathe in the scent of this pale stranger, and pressed close more for his heat than to hear.
"I thought taking them here would be... courteous, at least, after such a long night out; they were desperate to come," he lied, sighing quietly, turning his face to look into Sara's as they walked. "What... should I expect, from my time with you...?"