She looks at him as if asking 'what?' and smiles privately. Surely he can appreciate not skulking about in shadows and not pretending to be anything less than what you are. Isabel kisses her fingers and then blows the kiss to him when he agrees with her. "Grazie."
Oh he enjoys this, she thinks when he whispers to the boy. She would allow a flush to grace her cheeks, but stops herself, sure that she is not supposed to hear the confidences exchanged.
"Starbucks?" She sniffs in disdain and disbelief. "I cannot believe that you would even entertain going into an establishment named after a whaler."
Isabel's eyes gleam and she can't help but run her tongue over her teeth at his last comment. He is already 'cooking up' something better; she can smell the changes in their blood and hear the newer rhythms of their pulse.
"That sounds like a bet to me," the words are offered in friendly challenge. "Shall we accept it?" Her eyes lock with Jonathan's as he nods and agrees with her.
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Date: 2009-01-07 08:01 pm (UTC)Oh he enjoys this, she thinks when he whispers to the boy. She would allow a flush to grace her cheeks, but stops herself, sure that she is not supposed to hear the confidences exchanged.
"Starbucks?" She sniffs in disdain and disbelief. "I cannot believe that you would even entertain going into an establishment named after a whaler."
Isabel's eyes gleam and she can't help but run her tongue over her teeth at his last comment. He is already 'cooking up' something better; she can smell the changes in their blood and hear the newer rhythms of their pulse.
"That sounds like a bet to me," the words are offered in friendly challenge. "Shall we accept it?" Her eyes lock with Jonathan's as he nods and agrees with her.