regan frost. (contemnere) wrote in ofourowndevice, |
Regan watched her -- just as indiscreetly as before -- as she sized him up and he found himself smiling more broadly, more openly. She wasn't hiding it either, boldly taking him in in a way that he could appreciate for its blunt honesty. And then there was the language, something Regan appreciated in his own way and he had to laugh. Oh, he knew how she felt, there were times when the simple act of spitting out that vulgar word was the only thing keeping him from caving someone's skull in, and even then it wasn't a sure thing.
"Did you get the little chocolate on your pillow? Because if you didn't I don't blame you in the least for being pissed." Sarcastic, obviously, he made no attempt to hide that and his smirk showed very well that he wasn't sorry about it either. "No wonder the maid scurried away like a mouse," he added, glancing down the way she'd gone with another small laugh. "Or maybe it was the whole look you're sporting, it's pretty intense."