damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
Evidently the tides had turned, and somewhat quickly, too. While what Damia had said couldn't have really been construed as friendliness per se, it hadn't been an attack either, though she imagined, if their places had been switched, that she'd have reacted the same. That saccharine voice was such a dead giveaway -- no one actually spoke that way, not if they had a decent amount of brain cells -- but she smiled nonetheless, a quirk of lips that didn't reach her eyes as fast.
"And what sort of thoughts do you expect to hear, Birdie? We could talk about airships, if you could stomach it, or trade and business, since you have all afternoon." Her smile widened, just marginally.