Elia listened attentively, engaged in the conversation. It wasn't often that Kennet spoke at all of his past, or the past in general. The witch was all smiles, her head tilted, straightened locks mingling with the delicate bunch of chains. "Mmm, you have something of an advantage," she offered, her tone lighter, more playful than before.
"Clearly I'll need to put more work into any period costumes that I intend to show you. But the effect is nice, I hope you'll agree?" Elia moved until she could lean against the counter, her elbows propped against it, leaning down against them. The chains moved, of course, but her breasts were still covered by her arms and the angle.