[ Her disapproving stare... The pause he's given her with the teasing flits across her face, like she hadn't been entirely aware of just how deadly her disapproving stare can be... Sure, it has the power to stop most tavern brawls, but deadly!? ]
..Ah. You're teasing me, aren't you, Mister Winter? A-Anyhow, I'll just put this back, then...
[ Back it goes. Instead her hands come up to clutch at her chest again, still feeling the an incessant, magical hum there. ]
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..Ah. You're teasing me, aren't you, Mister Winter? A-Anyhow, I'll just put this back, then...
[ Back it goes. Instead her hands come up to clutch at her chest again, still feeling the an incessant, magical hum there. ]
Let's keep on.