[ His brows are arched, like he's wondering whether to be more impressed with her or himself. The answer tends to fall on the latter, but the question is brushed aside as he's easily led by her command. If Petre ever does learn who she actually is, he's gonna have a lot to think about, and that'll be questionable indeed. ]
Mistress. Got it.
[ He's pressing his lips as if to deliberately fail to hold back the smile, hands in pockets, eyes surveying their surroundings until his gaze inevitably falls back on her. He's enjoying this way too much already. ]
I'm not one for blessings. I'm happy to stick with the lessons.
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Mistress. Got it.
[ He's pressing his lips as if to deliberately fail to hold back the smile, hands in pockets, eyes surveying their surroundings until his gaze inevitably falls back on her. He's enjoying this way too much already. ]
I'm not one for blessings. I'm happy to stick with the lessons.