Ocean's Breath Plateau seized from the depths

Bethlehem listened with a statue's fixation, her dark eyes both digging and absorbing as she tried to uncover any fatal flaws she might have missed about the profiteering rogue. Physically he was a specimen, a veritable stag of the woods; mentally he was sound, and smart enough to play on praises to her company that he knew would appeal to her terrible pride. She wasn't bothered by his forwardness, and she could enjoy following him, but—

What is it?

She convinced herself it was nothing, that past experiences were coloring him in an unfair light, but if and when she found out about his torch-holding for a certain 'Spearian triplet, Bethlehem would think back on this moment and become vile with frothing "I knew it!"s and "Why me?"s and other cliched regrets she'd surely take out on him. Bethlehem wouldn't take any blame for willingly falling instep with a random, gold-eyed knave.

The titaness took a deliberately long moment to answer, speaking up just before he thought he might break the swelling silence with what she could only assume would have been  some sort of charming device— unnecessary by this point. "I accept," she said. And then because she couldn't let him feel like the win belonged entirely to him, she tossed in with a shrug: "solitary life had stopped being fun anyway."

Psh, it's all good :) 'bout time for a new thread anyway???