She's starting to think he gets a real kick out of surprising her.
(She's starting to think he gets a real kick out of coaxing her until, like a suspicious cat, she's willing to go from keeping her distance and watching him carefully to stepping right up with a territorial air and settling in his lap.)
For a second, she just looks at him with both eyebrows raised in mild skepticism, but... that doesn't last.
She feels her expression -- almost completely involuntarily -- soften from skeptical to coy.
"You're a hell of a flatterer, Mister Saxophone." She doesn't even spare a glance for the rat approaching them. "But don't worry. I like it."
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Date: 2007-10-31 04:18 am (UTC)(She's starting to think he gets a real kick out of coaxing her until, like a suspicious cat, she's willing to go from keeping her distance and watching him carefully to stepping right up with a territorial air and settling in his lap.)
For a second, she just looks at him with both eyebrows raised in mild skepticism, but... that doesn't last.
She feels her expression -- almost completely involuntarily -- soften from skeptical to coy.
"You're a hell of a flatterer, Mister Saxophone." She doesn't even spare a glance for the rat approaching them. "But don't worry. I like it."
He wears it well.