With both orders written down, he knows his head and disappears back towards the kitchen.
โโฆForgive me, if all of that was a bit sudden. I know it may come as a shock to share my emotions, but, I think we know each other well enough.โ
โChange you say? Whatever makes you think Iโve changed?โ
A coy shrug of his shoulders, he set his glass back on the table.
โWhoโs to say havenโt always known how truly exceptional you are? You donโt try to hide it, you know.โ
"I could say the same for you, Corbeau. I do wonder what prompted the change."
She tilts her own head, her white hair falling over her shoulder as she peers at him. A small smile on her lips.
โI didnโt need to be a psychic master to understand the daggers you looked at me with. Quite the common occurrence when it comes to me.โ
Taking a sip of his own wine, he tilts his head.
โโฆSeems as if they gone, though. I donโt think itโs daggers you look at me with anymore.โ
The woman feigns offence.
"Now, if I recall your mastery is with Poison types, not psychic."
Another small laugh as she brushed her hair out of her face.
โSix months ago you couldnโt stand the sight of me and probably wished some unsavory things on me.
โฆAnd here you are giggling. Things change, thankfully.โ
"Concidering this time six months ago you were less than enthusiastic about employing me, call me suspicious."
A small giggle.
Genevieve sips at her wine glass, entertainment by his words
โIโve asked you to dinner. Weโre friends so I immediately wouldnโt let anything happen to you.
โฆI know some are a shock, but I stand by my choices.โ