The Sunspire if you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'

“You could’ve saved a compliment just for me—it’s just more charming of you to do.” She chided him gently, not at all serious of course, though she wouldn’t have been ashamed either way to admitting she’d been fishing for compliments in the first place. His gratitude did well enough to sedate her for the moment, falling back a few steps to give him a wide smile of jest. Though she didn’t meet his eyes directly, just as he paused to observe her renewed condition, Kipling took a moment to inspect his now novelty scars with more inspired than the disgust she thought it would arouse in her. But they weren’t disfiguring—more impressive than anything else.

She thought on his very brief, instead turning her thoughts towards the question, “I’m trying to help Erika the best I can.” She answered, wanting to show her Beta than it she was doing more than just fattening herself up. She wanted to seem useful, to make sure he had some confidence in her. Though their relationship was still fresh and vague, they lived together, and she didn’t want to purposely dissuade him. “Perhaps I can make myself even more useful and offer you some wooing lessons?” Light laughter complimenting her new smirk.