[Okay, he is laughing... but it isn't the "what a crazy thing you said just now, Konoha!", it's definitely more a "you caught me", which. She probably should have sorted out how she felt about this beforehand, and she would have... except for the fact that she hadn't actually remembered it. But there's space now between breaths for the amount of time she usually dedicates to such things, and her gut says... warm, satisfied, well taken care of...]
I think you forgot, yeah...
[Thankfully, that brings a tiny hint of a laugh to her own lips, so she finds... She isn't mad. People had lots of reasons for hiding things from their own world, and that sort of status seemed like one that made sense to be a bit careful with...
For a moment, she does debate what to say, though, unable to blush but doing her best attempt as she gently sweeps a few more strands of damp hair from his face, floating in the post-coital haze between sleepy and sullen heat urge to do more. Somewhere in between, just dulled enough that she hasn't noticed something she should. Yet.]
Do I need to keep it a secret... ? I think Alina was handfast drunk when she told me... I mean, I was, too, pretty sure, because now that I'm thinking about it I also seem to recall some groping, but...
[They had ended up covering different topics other than whether the King of Ravka's presence in this place was a secret to many or just a secret to some. Mainly how she could have had a stellar career in wet nursery and how amazing someone named Zoya's breasts were. Another topic left uncovered... The nature of arrangement between the two of them. Because surely... They'd discussed such things, right? After that dinner...]
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I think you forgot, yeah...
[Thankfully, that brings a tiny hint of a laugh to her own lips, so she finds... She isn't mad. People had lots of reasons for hiding things from their own world, and that sort of status seemed like one that made sense to be a bit careful with...
For a moment, she does debate what to say, though, unable to blush but doing her best attempt as she gently sweeps a few more strands of damp hair from his face, floating in the post-coital haze between sleepy and sullen heat urge to do more. Somewhere in between, just dulled enough that she hasn't noticed something she should. Yet.]
Do I need to keep it a secret... ? I think Alina was handfast drunk when she told me... I mean, I was, too, pretty sure, because now that I'm thinking about it I also seem to recall some groping, but...
[They had ended up covering different topics other than whether the King of Ravka's presence in this place was a secret to many or just a secret to some. Mainly how she could have had a stellar career in wet nursery and how amazing someone named Zoya's breasts were. Another topic left uncovered... The nature of arrangement between the two of them. Because surely... They'd discussed such things, right? After that dinner...]