Re: Pretty things...
His foxiness had definitely saved his life. Certainly. Her lashes batted at his compliment, only partially with sarcasm. When Nate told her she was beautiful, she believed it; always. Not that she had any doubts or self-conscious inclinations... Especially at the moment...
"Should I investigate?"
Eva bit her lower lip, and her eyebrow perked upward with interest. "Venture forth, ridder of Asgard," she teased, and helped him with the lifting of her dress. Her head fell back with laughter when Nate began to lower himself to take a knee, then she let out a squeal of surprise as he disappeared and her dress fell around him. More laughing. Then, he shut her up. Her teeth pressed down into her lip hard and she found herself with nothing to do with her hands. They clenched into fists and finally began to clutch fistfuls of her gown. Her cheeks were warm, her head was spinning... mostly because Nate was obviously using more than his physical form where he was hiding under her dress.
"Eva?" Tress knocked, then.
Her eyes widened, she smirked to herself, then cleared her throat and whispered for Nate to stay statue still. "Yes?"
The door opened as was Qiana's way, and the dressed stopped short of entering fully. She blinked several times in silence as she stared over Zap's form. "I..." wanted to tell the queen she was taking a quick trip to Alfheim that she'd mentioned earlier. "Are you...?"
"I'm fine." She nodded, also staying perfectly still in body.
"Is that?" The stylist pointed to the humped mass below the queen's gown.
"Nate."
"Okay." Blink.
"I'll make sure the dress is righted," Zap assured her with an odd, nervous smile.
"Okay. I'm going to Alfheim now."
"Right, yeah - I forgot. I'll see you tonight."
"Yes. Okay. Bye, Eva. And... Nate." She shut the door and stared at the wall outside the queen's reception room while she gasped for air that she'd been denying herself. Oh my.
"Investigation over, Peralta," Zap said to Caltrops as she ran her hands up over her hair, physically frazzled.