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she smiles reassuringly, holding out a palm for him to sniff at.
“you can decide if you trust me,” she continues, keeping her dulcet tone. “i promise, i mean you no harm.”
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remains crouched to his level, watching with gentle eyes as he skitters back to his safe haven.
“you know,” she calls out softly, “i’m not going to hurt you.”
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“it would only be right for me to give you something warm to drink after coming all this way in the rain ... please accept my thanks once again,” she states with gracious ingenue, “i am still getting used to my position as a prinicipal singer.”
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soon enough, she’s brought out a tray with two cups of tea—— earl grey, as there was nothing else ( though she did sweeten with honey )—— placing it on the vanity table with utmost delicacy, though their chairs are positioned to face one another.
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Lips part with a natural reflex to deny such kindness being offered toward him. Cameron supposes it was always something he did, avoiding niceties he didn’t believe that he earned. Nonetheless he relents and sits as asked.
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it seems that women’s feelings hardly matter to men.”
sighing quietly, she turns her head back to the young woman, a sympathetic smile on her lips.
“it’s not good to stay out too long in this weather. you’ll get sick.”
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her gaze softens, lace-gloved hands entwined in front of her as she turns her head towards the snowflakes gently falling through the air, coating the ground in a shimmering thin layer of white beneath the moonlight of paris.
“it saddens me, what a man does for pleasure,”
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she admits quietly, brown eyes fixated on the light snow and then on the pale, full moon.
“to think he is never satisfied ... so much so that he drifts from one woman to another without thought, without regard to the emotions of the one whom loves him truly.
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she cannot help how her cheeks flush at the shower of praise; she lowers her head again, knees bent beneath layers of fabric in a light curtsy.
“you are far too sweet. thank you,” she responds in breathless cadence,
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❝ Oh, you certainly didn’t disappoint. Your voice is . . . absolutely amazing, I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard something quite like it in person. ❞ His voice softens, like in awe once more as he was when a part of the audience.
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