Chez lounges are one of the pieces of furniture Paloma enjoys the most about England. They're much, much rarer in the Americas. She rocks forward onto her toes to get a good, appreciative look at it, incidentally tugging his elbow.
"Pretty." Beauty's beauty. With that she twists and reclaims her arm, stopping at a length just before her fingers fall from Jekyll. Picking backward step by step, staring up-- maybe he remembers the hunger in her eyes when she led him to the tavern bed. This isn't dissimilar.
He recognises it, and something in himself he doesn't like. To get away from that feeling, he gestures that she should sit, on the lounge if she likes, and opens a wardrobe. "If you will excuse me a moment, I shall dress properly!"
She takes the hint, arranges herself on the lounge. When his back is turned Paloma bounces on it, just a little.
"Please, you are the house master!" To gather the Beast more tightly, to be less driven by appetite, she flops gracelessly onto a pillow and squeezes that. No no. Don't mind her. Go get dressed.
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"Pretty." Beauty's beauty. With that she twists and reclaims her arm, stopping at a length just before her fingers fall from Jekyll. Picking backward step by step, staring up-- maybe he remembers the hunger in her eyes when she led him to the tavern bed. This isn't dissimilar.
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"Please, you are the house master!" To gather the Beast more tightly, to be less driven by appetite, she flops gracelessly onto a pillow and squeezes that. No no. Don't mind her. Go get dressed.