[ sévérine's smile flickers momentarily as silva's jab lands, but she recovers quickly, gracefully wrapping her fingers around his hand and pulling herself up to her feet. she's not relying on him for balance, even in skyscraper-tall heels—but neither does she let go of his hand, loose as her grasp is. appearances must be kept up, even if the only people around to act for are the guards, and she knows for a fact that they're all aware of what she is. ( it's never been much of a secret, but at least this way she gets to keep a sliver of whatever dignity she has left. )
she doesn't want to go into the privacy of one of the bedrooms. she doesn't want to, and she knows silva is well aware of that ( and enjoys it, on some level that she hasn't speculated on, and never wants to ) but what option does she have? so she takes a breath, inclines her head toward the hallway, keeps smiling. ]
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she doesn't want to go into the privacy of one of the bedrooms. she doesn't want to, and she knows silva is well aware of that ( and enjoys it, on some level that she hasn't speculated on, and never wants to ) but what option does she have? so she takes a breath, inclines her head toward the hallway, keeps smiling. ]
Shall we?