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Whatever he had thought had been his purpose in life, and the meaning of life altogether shifted now, with every word she spoke. He had never expected to feel such things, or to have someone look at him the way Ash Star had, and now the way Mireille had. Cold indifference or annoyance were all he had ever expected from women. Mira had at least accepted him, though her use of him he could recognize now had been relatively cold. None had smiled at him this way, and this revelation completely obliterated whatever expectations he had previously had. 

"I know you know," He murmured, his voice thick with praise. He reached to pull her closer, but found her slipping away and rising to her feet. He felt cool disappointment trickle in and he rose hastily to a seated position, wondering why it was she had moved away so quickly- he could have stayed there beside her for hours, whispering compliments into her ear. 

And with a pivot, she turned and began to trot off. 

"Woah, wait, please!" he blurted, picking up a trot to pursue her. "Did I- I'm sorry," He apologized, as his mind raced- trying to pick out whatever it was that he had done that might have offended her. She hadn't seemed offended- she'd smiled just before she had turned, hadn't she?