Silver Creek so i told him to run

iliksis noticed lilah faltering. the quick sweep of her gaze, the brief note of suspicion -- he had seen it all before, and cursed his inability to act in a more convincing manner. he vowed to be careful around her -- perhaps she was sharper than the others.. or perhaps, simply more shrewdly emotionally connected. he did not make an effort then to further convince her -- he had learned long ago that most women kept whatever impression of an individual they first had.

men, often, seemed slower to trust their instincts. perhaps they were dumber -- or perhaps, lacked the same callous crucible women were often subjected to.

he was amused to hear she had assigned him a type other than 'rosings' material -- whatever that meant to him was little, though the sylph went onto elaborate. he was none of the things she had mentioned, and he took note of that with an insincere smile. "so, that is your type, then..? and how has that worked out for you?"