"Not flower pressing, no." There's a hint of a smile in her voice for a moment, a certain pride and pleasure in being admired - and perhaps, underneath it, a certain surprise. She wouldn't mind if he was disturbed or disgusted by her body, as she's sure some men would be; it is hers, and she trusts it, and that's what matters. But to find it so clearly and actively appealing is something that she didn't quite expect.
She didn't quite expect him to be in such good shape, either. He's still almost twice her age, and it shows - but it also shows that he takes care of himself. He looks more like the stable hands on her family estate than the lords and worthies who regularly visit it, and that interests her. So do the scars, although she has better manners than to ask about them. For the first time, she begins to really wonder about his history, how he has come to be this man, who this man even is...
Well. For better or worse, she has a lifetime to discover that.
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Date: 2020-05-10 10:37 pm (UTC)She didn't quite expect him to be in such good shape, either. He's still almost twice her age, and it shows - but it also shows that he takes care of himself. He looks more like the stable hands on her family estate than the lords and worthies who regularly visit it, and that interests her. So do the scars, although she has better manners than to ask about them. For the first time, she begins to really wonder about his history, how he has come to be this man, who this man even is...
Well. For better or worse, she has a lifetime to discover that.