Re: Dining Room Eterna/Carrick
Carrick leaned a little closer as Eterna's liquid eyes met his, his voice growing quiet enough for only Supernatural ears to hear it. "It would be a rare pleasure... though the poor slave girl would have no chance of taking my eyes away from you, Countess."
He held her gaze a moment longer before he too picked up a glass of champagne, raising it slightly to her in a toast. "To new... intimacies."