Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
It was rather opportune he was taciturn. Had he said more, it might have distracted Rae from reading delightedly into the caverns and gaping holes in his explanations. She might have felt less inclined to discern. She had her glass of wine in hand now and she regarded him over the rim. Rae's expression was glints and glimmers of humor, like ripples on the surface of something that ran deep. He looked at her as if he'd misheard. Rae put an elbow down on the bar, pointedly.
Her wish. Which meant he hadn't agreed at all, but his wife had used wiles, or reason or some combination of the two but she had won. Rae's mouth shaped approval. It was a very full, very lush and very private smile. It had nothing to do with the man opposite, save the circumstances and everything to do with women making choices that affected them for themselves.
"That's not what I asked, darling. I asked what he could do. Your son, is he big, like you?" She sipped from the wine-glass, her voice warm with indolence and good humor.