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[ She looks back up at him, mid-tucking hair behind her ear. This is fine, she's telling herself. This is not fine, but she has to deal. Figure out something.
So what was she expecting him to say? Not that. Although she shouldn't be surprised. She gapes in incredulous distaste and then tips her chin up stubbornly, only to pull back in slight alarm as he leans closer. Still, she stands her ground.
Whatever he's doing - and she knows what she's doing - she doesn't appreciate it. Distracting her with his immaturity and flirting doesn't change anything. And distracting himself with his "priorities" doesn't either. She crosses her arms over her chest and glaaaares.
Nothing she'd be worried about. Exactly. ]
Well, I already know you spend most of your time drinking, so it wouldn't be much of a prison if you had all of your vices. [ Wait, maybe distracting her kind of worked. ] Now stop messing around. [ Or not. Her arms unravel to her sides. ] You do know there are other vampires here?