"If that were true then it should be true that no one can outwit someone with 'wit' in their words." Still, Gia was pleased by the fact that Daphina was not at all bothered by what she had just said. She has suspected she wouldn't be, but to have it confirmed was another thing entirely. Eyebrow quirking at that shoulder, expecting a shrug, Gia smirked when Daphina stopped the motion. I win that. It was a small victory, but it was one nonetheless, and she enjoyed these little victories. "Thank you. There are few people who think that I should be allowed to do as I wish." Very few. Even her grandfather, the man who spoiled her, likely would disapprove of her spending time in a smithy.
Having no idea that Daphina was concerned about her Gift sparking up -- literally -- Gia was able to just enjoy the skin-on-skin contact. It had been too long since she'd had anything like this. There was an extra thrill to be sitting in a library with her palms pressed to Daphina's, seeing the color she turned and feeling her own skin flushing in response. "Yes," Gia repeated, amazed that she had been answered, that she had asked it, her amazement showing on her face. "Soles tend to be rough," she agreed, her voice light as her mind spun that response over and over in her mind. Now she was imagining it. Thankfully she was already blushing, so it couldn't get much worse. Yet. Freeing one of her hands, Gia did something she'd been thinking about even though she knew it was undeniably improper, brushing the tip of a finger against the lip Daphina had bitten. "If you do that too hard, you will make yourself bleed. Harder yet, you will scar." Her finger lingered most inappropriately. "Such lovely lips should not be scarred. They should be pampered." Pull away now, the strictest part of her mind instructed. You have been too close for too long. Behave yourself. Gia was just as bad at listening to herself as she was anyone else.