Watching him is easier this time, since her attention isn't divided between his movements and her occasional panic whenever she truly thought about being nude before him. Of course, she'd had whiskey then, too, which had led to an interesting conclusion, and Narcissa thinks that this time, she has things under control.
She doesn't, it's the potion talking.
Her smiles are too easy, her demeanour too relaxed to have true control. She's amenable to suggestion, though she doesn't realise it.
"Mmm, no," she muses, her tone light. "I can wait. But I do want to see it, Rabbie, you mustn't keep it from me."
Her gaze returns to her glass for a moment, then back to her knees - and then she peers down at her feet, before lifting her gaze to where he sits, sketching.
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Date: 2013-10-09 01:15 pm (UTC)She doesn't, it's the potion talking.
Her smiles are too easy, her demeanour too relaxed to have true control. She's amenable to suggestion, though she doesn't realise it.
"Mmm, no," she muses, her tone light. "I can wait. But I do want to see it, Rabbie, you mustn't keep it from me."
Her gaze returns to her glass for a moment, then back to her knees - and then she peers down at her feet, before lifting her gaze to where he sits, sketching.
"...what do you see?"