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Originally Posted by SilverTiger Another grin crept onto Renée's face at Jared's response to her claim of having only made an innocent observation. "Of course not," she parried. There almost always were hidden meanings in half of their conversations, and while actually, for once, she hadn't had much more than just teasing him about his choice of location to sit down, she didn't blame him for wondering otherwise.
She couldn't imagine him having any idea of what had been bothering her, for which she had to be grateful he didn't share her abilities. Or, at least she didn't think he'd suddenly developed it, because she had a feeling he'd use it against her just as another form of teasing. Instead, it seemed, the teasing was just going to be about her choice of footwear, and she echoed his smile at his comment. "I can't argue with that. Especially when I'm talking to the expert on charms," she said impishly, before raising an eyebrow at the offer. "Can I imagine that those charms you mentioned are in fact in play?," she asked as she took his offered hand. It wasn't that she was particularly concerned about sitting on the ground. Or the snow, really, but she needed to keep up the façade if she wanted her teasing to not be proven wrong. "Of course not," Jared agreed. He didn't sound the opposite of believing, did he now?
Expert? "I'm honoured." He pretended to bow, or at least semi-bow, considering that he was still seated. The thought that he couldn't tell what was going on in her mind was still there, but he brushed it off as she accepted the hand he'd held out. "I expect it's better than the alternative," he said, his answer neither a yes, nor a no. She'd find out herself in a second or two, after all. Besides, even if certain charms hadn't been cast, he'd have cast them before she sat down. It wasn't a matter of condescension. She could do that for herself, if she wanted to. Just part of who he was.
He let go of her hand - he might have let his own linger for a moment, just a moment, too long there, but that couldn't have been on purpose - and half-turned to look at her. "How have you been?" |