Blackbeak Bluff but now you're in love, you know

the sylph's corrective measure was appropriately accepted -- she tilted her lethally thin muzzle, studying the change of posture that overcame the pewter-ticked male. either he was genuine, or he was an exceptional liar -- and caiaphas hedged her bets towards the latter.

however, the transfer of posture and the assumed veracity of the male's folding actions were enough to placate the wretch, who only jutted her chin a little as if in a silent hmmph. she had little to say, as she found his manner of studying to be most invasive and volatile -- a tactic she preferred to use on others, not to see it used on her.

"if you want to know something, you don't get it by staring." the sylph already was making her turn, her thin back boldly turned to him. "you get it by doing."