[ There's a slight way his body tenses at the crack of the riding crop in her hand, but it's not fear. He's not afraid of her -- at least, not yet. His mouth curls in amusement at the question, and his head tilts. He is glad they can skip the formalities, the part when she likely expects him to be wide-eyed and trembling-lips and what are you going to do to me?; he wouldn't be, of course.
He is a Godfrey, after all. ]
Well, that depends.
[ He takes a few steps, looking around them room, taking in the decor, and from the corners of his eyes: her. Roman thinks that he likes her eyes best of all, not that her body isn't well worth attention. But, it's rare to find people with eyes like hers, unflinching and hard. She reminded him a little of Destiny, except less temple whore, and more something rougher. ]
Could you find someone who doesn't want to be found?
[ There's a flicker in his voice when he says someone. Quickly glossed over and easy to miss, but there's a flicker of something soft and vulnerable that he's trying to hide. But he needs to know, because he needs to find him. ]
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He is a Godfrey, after all. ]
Well, that depends.
[ He takes a few steps, looking around them room, taking in the decor, and from the corners of his eyes: her. Roman thinks that he likes her eyes best of all, not that her body isn't well worth attention. But, it's rare to find people with eyes like hers, unflinching and hard. She reminded him a little of Destiny, except less temple whore, and more something rougher. ]
Could you find someone who doesn't want to be found?
[ There's a flicker in his voice when he says someone. Quickly glossed over and easy to miss, but there's a flicker of something soft and vulnerable that he's trying to hide. But he needs to know, because he needs to find him. ]