[ During the time she needed to finished her paragraph—however quickly—Bastien's attention wandered. Or marched, more like, directly to the middle distance somewhere off to the side and a series of thoughts to distract from the desire to say something cute or try to read what she was writing upside-down or both. The dinner was a bit awkward, yes, and right now he'd hate to give her the impression he's here to put her through anything tortuous.
He doesn't startle at the sound of her pen going down. (He doesn't have a startle reflex anymore. For normal reasons.) His eyes slide over to confirm they're talking now before the rest of his head turns back to face her. ]
I hope so.
[ His smile is sheepish and fleeting. Business. This is his business face. Pleasant, but not grinning. ]
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He doesn't startle at the sound of her pen going down. (He doesn't have a startle reflex anymore. For normal reasons.) His eyes slide over to confirm they're talking now before the rest of his head turns back to face her. ]
I hope so.
[ His smile is sheepish and fleeting. Business. This is his business face. Pleasant, but not grinning. ]
Do you know a Thoris Ferron? Or know of her?