Re: [Tea: Daniel/Claire]
To be fair, Carver was a healer for the Inquisition. They all knew how to fight, sure, but the healers were not trained in the same fashion as the rest of the hunters. A Cleric versus a Paladin. Even still, Claire had taken great care to ensure that Carver never found out about Daniel. The hiding of their friendship had always felt like lying when she avoided Carver's questions, and maybe that should have been a hint that she and the Inquisitor were not meant to be together. It also didn't help that Daniel had told her she did not belong with Carver. Daniel was not always subtle with his disdain for some of her beliefs, and perhaps Claire had pushed so hard with her relationship just to try and prove Daniel wrong. That was a mistake.
The Italian in her started to show as she waved her hand around in her pretend frustration, her vowels growing longer and more lazy, "That is the problem! There isn't one. It makes a girl feel-" Pause as she had to find the right word in English. "Not interesting? Noiosa!" There was no malice or hurt in her words. On the contrary, she was rather enjoying the faux torment. "Whoever said there is romance in your blood was very wrong. Hrmph." A teasing hrmph, but a hrmph nonetheless. She did know better, after all.
"But, yes, tesoro. There is much I would ask you." And that pointed, purposeful silence as she put her mug down on the table? Was meant to say that she had no plans to voice any of them. That point firmly cemented as she turned her attention back to him with raised eyebrows of her own. Her eyes were warm affection in spite of the danger from Old Rome that lurked hawkish within, but the smirk on her lips was that kitten tease of smug self-satisfaction. She crossed her arms over her chest and made herself comfortable in the crook of the couch as she stretched her legs out like a languid cat basking in a sunbeam to let her feet invade into his lap before pulling them back down onto the cushion next to his thigh. She'd answered his question.