[She almost laughs. Not quite, but it's close. He's got her there. She would not describe herself as a warrior. Certainly not as an 'old coot' either.
Nepione doesn't bother to argue with him this time. Not because it's not sitting on the tip of her tongue, but rather because she is so dreadfully focused on that single finger of his that she can't divide her attention elsewhere. Or she chooses not to.]
I do take such good care of my neck. How nice of you to notice.
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Nepione doesn't bother to argue with him this time. Not because it's not sitting on the tip of her tongue, but rather because she is so dreadfully focused on that single finger of his that she can't divide her attention elsewhere. Or she chooses not to.]
I do take such good care of my neck. How nice of you to notice.