Re: Scor/Amelia
Scor's gaze was fixed on her lip. On her biting her lip. Teeth. Lip. He licked his own lip and dragged his attention back up to meet her gaze. "Later then. We'll talk about it another time."
He needed to stop staring at her lips because that was rude. Proper rules said to look a woman in the eyes when talking to them. His gaze dropped again briefly, and he made himself look up. At her eyes. "So what is it that chose you? And why?"
And if he sounded like he was assigning an essay (twelve inches, please, on what life goal found you and how that came about, due in two days) it wasn't at all intentional. He was honestly interested in both answers.