Moonspear mhysa

Honestly, he wasn't sure what it was that he had expected. A flash of teeth, something serious off the tip of her tongue. But this? The shift was like night to day, as it had been depending on whatever the very day's events wrought. He felt his smile spread to something placating before it turned demure, but something in her touch did not spark the same way as it had some time ago. Her bubbly response was nauseating.

For her, however, he would dial up that charm.

”I believe it suits you,” he supplied, at least somewhat genuinely. She was happy—because of him. It should have been a stroking touch along his ego and perhaps someday, he would see it that way. Didn't mean he wouldn't use it to his advantage. ”I'm glad I've made you very happy, though I suspect you're feeling better than days past,” unless of course, she was preparing to snare his flesh soon. That would have been very like her.