damia & loch | early evening.
Loch's gaze dropped to the tip of the knife pressing against Damia's fingertip. Anticipation fluttered in her gut. Yet Damia wasn't pressing quite hard enough to draw blood. And it was a stupid cheese knife. Why nobles couldn't just use a regular knife to cut their food was beyond her.
A slow smile appeared on Loch's face when she heard Damia's words. Against all odds, this was turning out to be anything but a wasted evening.
"Oh?" She took one step closer to Damia so she was standing in the corsair's personal space. "Might be I'm interested. What's this idea of yours?"