"I should imagine so," he said. "If not exactly the same thing, something quite like it. Some days I may find myself in the mood for something in particular, but you will always be free to refuse me, or offer something else."
He knew better than anyone that he could be tempestuous, subject to whims. He did not think she would be in any danger from him, regardless. At worst, he might ask for a particularly painful memory. He could not always predict his own moods, but he was quite sure of this. His most destructive impulses preferred targets that could at least try to fight back, or those who had already frustrated him in some way.
He was trying to be nice. But he was learning how to be realistic about it. So long as his targets were deserving, surely no one could fault him?
"Perfectly reasonable," he said, amused by her careful use of language. Ill-used, but genuinely clever. Was she a quick study, or had she learned this lesson at hands more harsh than his?
"If you return," he wondered, "would you be happier to see a functional item, or something you could fix?" Precise and complex mechanisms, she might have appreciated their artistry on the whole or she might have been a tinkerer at heart. A certain sort of person found it disappointing when an item did what it was meant to, leaving them nothing to play with. He'd had many broken pocketwatches in his day. He'd smashed most of them.
"You may set aside as much brioche and as many apples as you would like for when you go," he said as he headed back toward the bathroom, gesturing to the bread. "Quiche and cake are not so portable, I fear."
He did not buy makeup often, because he did not wear makeup often. Still, shades caught his eye just often enough to have a not-insignificant collection. He chose two colors that would match her shoes, and one of many little disposable brushes.
… so few women let him dress them up. It was a tragedy, really. He was better at it than most of them.
When he returned, he held the makeup where she could see for her approval. "I think, souris, that you do not like my eyes. Mais, I will need to touch you – only a little – and I do not know if you will be comfortable closing your eyes under such circumstance. What do you think?" His eyes by now had darkened to a brilliant sapphire as she grew more comfortable, and his hands were still bare.
He knew better than anyone that he could be tempestuous, subject to whims. He did not think she would be in any danger from him, regardless. At worst, he might ask for a particularly painful memory. He could not always predict his own moods, but he was quite sure of this. His most destructive impulses preferred targets that could at least try to fight back, or those who had already frustrated him in some way.
He was trying to be nice. But he was learning how to be realistic about it. So long as his targets were deserving, surely no one could fault him?
"Perfectly reasonable," he said, amused by her careful use of language. Ill-used, but genuinely clever. Was she a quick study, or had she learned this lesson at hands more harsh than his?
"If you return," he wondered, "would you be happier to see a functional item, or something you could fix?" Precise and complex mechanisms, she might have appreciated their artistry on the whole or she might have been a tinkerer at heart. A certain sort of person found it disappointing when an item did what it was meant to, leaving them nothing to play with. He'd had many broken pocketwatches in his day. He'd smashed most of them.
"You may set aside as much brioche and as many apples as you would like for when you go," he said as he headed back toward the bathroom, gesturing to the bread. "Quiche and cake are not so portable, I fear."
He did not buy makeup often, because he did not wear makeup often. Still, shades caught his eye just often enough to have a not-insignificant collection. He chose two colors that would match her shoes, and one of many little disposable brushes.
… so few women let him dress them up. It was a tragedy, really. He was better at it than most of them.
When he returned, he held the makeup where she could see for her approval. "I think, souris, that you do not like my eyes. Mais, I will need to touch you – only a little – and I do not know if you will be comfortable closing your eyes under such circumstance. What do you think?" His eyes by now had darkened to a brilliant sapphire as she grew more comfortable, and his hands were still bare.
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