Interested, Lexi leaned forward again, head cocked and hair spilling to brush her shoulder, to fall across her face. It was an entirely feminine gesture, one that would have been out of place on Lancelot but somehow, oddly, fits with Lexi. "Perhaps you are a gypsy at heart," she said with a small laugh, her thumb again moving against Cecilia's, a daring, almost innocent brush of skin against skin.
"Like does seem to be drawn to like in this town," she agreed. "Perhaps there's something about us all that we only sense. Some perception we can't quite define."