If this was how they were playing it, then Luna would match his tone. βYouβre too kind,β she said, almost managing to keep the shake out of her voice as she said it. Not quite though. She slipped the bag off her shoulder and then removed the duster completely, dropping both items onto the closest chair.
Then she turned back to face him. Was there any way she could actually turn this into not a nightmare? Was there any version of charming or wide-eyed or daring she could play that would make this night into something even mildly pleasurable, or where she felt like she had any control at all?
Was it worth attempting something when they both knew exactly why she was here? This was not a situation in which she was ever going to have the upper hand. He already knew her and already knew she didnβt want to be here, so there was no use trying to be flirty, or to act like she was trying to seduce him.
And so Luna said nothing. Instead she just watched him and stood as tall as she could manage. (The usual six inch stilettos helped with the tall part at least, although not compared to Ares.)