[A fierce blush rises to her cheeks, busying herself with fumbling for a cigarette from her silver case, withdrawing one and lighting it with deliberate slowness, fruitless in stifling the tiny smile he brings to her lips. It is not his place to comment on her marriage, no matter how clear the circumstances may appear to him, but the comfort of his compliment sweetens any bitter taste he might have soured their conversation with. And even if he hadn't added the compliment—even it was spoken just for the sake of lightening the air between them—she isn't one to start a conflict over her husband's honor.
She takes several short puffs, exhaling plumes of white smoke. Between the cigarette and her glasses of champagne, she is feeling at least slightly hazy, enough to consider him charming, rather than insulting. Although, if she were sober, perhaps she would have given further thought to how he had introduced himself, as not a gentleman— Perhaps she would have taken his whimsical comment to heart, and would have thought twice before closing the curtain around the two of them—
It's far too late, anyhow. Not that she wishes to leave his company, but only that, if she had been thinking soundly, she would've realized how it appears to be so openly vulnerable, and so clearly flattered, before a man just as intoxicated as she. Had she not taken that extra glass, or not smoked such a strong brand of cigarettes, maybe she wouldn't have teased him in kind.]
Are you going to say, you would never let me out of your sight?
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She takes several short puffs, exhaling plumes of white smoke. Between the cigarette and her glasses of champagne, she is feeling at least slightly hazy, enough to consider him charming, rather than insulting. Although, if she were sober, perhaps she would have given further thought to how he had introduced himself, as not a gentleman— Perhaps she would have taken his whimsical comment to heart, and would have thought twice before closing the curtain around the two of them—
It's far too late, anyhow. Not that she wishes to leave his company, but only that, if she had been thinking soundly, she would've realized how it appears to be so openly vulnerable, and so clearly flattered, before a man just as intoxicated as she. Had she not taken that extra glass, or not smoked such a strong brand of cigarettes, maybe she wouldn't have teased him in kind.]
Are you going to say, you would never let me out of your sight?