If Cavilo's eyes widen in reaction to the temperature-changing kiss, it's only for a fraction of a second before she's got it under control again.
(And it's not from arousal, or not entirely; there's a fleeting suspicion, a nanosecond's certainty, that she's just been drugged or poisoned. Some combination of the liquor and a drug-infused lip balm worn over sealant, or with the antidote taken in advance, she's used that trick enough herself -- so what if she picked out the bottle, he knew she was coming, he could have dosed all of them --)
(No; no other physiological reactions. She's fine. She's fine.)
She makes the smile broaden and deepen, and drops her voice to a low purr. "Oh, you do know some interesting tricks, Reno."
And then half-turns away with one shoulder leading, in a nearly-subliminal beckoning gesture, and strolls over to the coffee table. "This map?"
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Date: 2008-10-23 01:05 am (UTC)(And it's not from arousal, or not entirely; there's a fleeting suspicion, a nanosecond's certainty, that she's just been drugged or poisoned. Some combination of the liquor and a drug-infused lip balm worn over sealant, or with the antidote taken in advance, she's used that trick enough herself -- so what if she picked out the bottle, he knew she was coming, he could have dosed all of them --)
(No; no other physiological reactions. She's fine. She's fine.)
She makes the smile broaden and deepen, and drops her voice to a low purr. "Oh, you do know some interesting tricks, Reno."
And then half-turns away with one shoulder leading, in a nearly-subliminal beckoning gesture, and strolls over to the coffee table. "This map?"