[She realizes the implication of his reply, yet again foreboding but flattering all at once, vague and giving away nothing about him, only strengthening the air of mystery to him, like some dark, brooding hero from a penny dreadful. She should find it off-putting, and part of her heart trembles in unease, but he must, again, just be having a joke on her.
She struggles in answering him, not trying to evade his question, but simply trying to be honest. She can't draw a comparison to him and anything, because he blurs so many boundaries. He is blunt, and forward, almost rude, even—but he is also patient, and has the grace to know when he has pushed too far, and he has been willing to dance with an upset woman when there is nothing to gain from it.]
I don't know, I don't think I've ever met anyone like you.
[She shrugs one shoulder, as if hoping to pluck a more satisfactory answer from the air. Nothing in his question strikes her as egotistical—slightly authoritative perhaps, but nothing aggressive, nothing like the overbearing masculinity of her husband when he demands things from her, nothing cruel or harsh. There is no hint of violence simmering in his tone, or the familiar sort of thinning patience.
no subject
She struggles in answering him, not trying to evade his question, but simply trying to be honest. She can't draw a comparison to him and anything, because he blurs so many boundaries. He is blunt, and forward, almost rude, even—but he is also patient, and has the grace to know when he has pushed too far, and he has been willing to dance with an upset woman when there is nothing to gain from it.]
I don't know, I don't think I've ever met anyone like you.
[She shrugs one shoulder, as if hoping to pluck a more satisfactory answer from the air. Nothing in his question strikes her as egotistical—slightly authoritative perhaps, but nothing aggressive, nothing like the overbearing masculinity of her husband when he demands things from her, nothing cruel or harsh. There is no hint of violence simmering in his tone, or the familiar sort of thinning patience.
No, he seems genuinely interested.]
Do I remind you of anything?