brows raise , lips quirk into a smile , countenance expressing surprise —- though , pleasant surprise . “ what is this —- ” hand goes to her heart , looking around . “ is this —- are you being nice to me ? is this actually a compliment ? ”
smile grows on her face , leans over and nudges him . “ it took you long enough —- you’re not so bad either , dmitry . ” she thinks she might miss him . “ what’ll you do with the reward money , do you think ? ”
@wallopener / CONT.
FUNNY. Her wit —— just when he thinks he knows what she’ll say next, he doesn’t. “M a y b e , don’t let it get to your head. I’m not one to repeat myself.” He mutters under his breath ( had he really let those words slip ?? ). However, as she repeats his words back, he can’t help that WIDE smirk. The warmth meets russet gaze, a surprising shiver running down his back.
NO. None of that.
“I’d like to travel a bit more, I s’pose. The FREEDOM will be rather nice.” To not go hungry, to have a bed to sleep ‘pon. What he did know, was he would go back ; at least once, if only to give his father a proper grave ( not some nameless plot ). But he cuts those words off, hesitant as glances down at calloused hands. “ —— You think she’ll recognize you ??”