[ admittedly, he likes the surprise on her face. however, subtle it may or may not have been, he is genuinely pleased by it. he doesn't make a secret of it, and it's clear even in the light, subdued chuckle he releases.
while there's a lot he could have said, he simply leaves it to the flowers to fill any lapse in initial conversation. while his expression doesn't shift, his eyes themselves probably convey his emotions well enough. there's a certain softness to them, even how they linger on her features, and as he lets himself in. he takes in the sight of the inside of her home, almost like he's committing the general design to memory. ]
I heard wine goes well with most dishes. [ he's probably gifted her several by now...
listen, gift giving is one of the many love languages sylus can speak to clorinde, okay. ]
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while there's a lot he could have said, he simply leaves it to the flowers to fill any lapse in initial conversation. while his expression doesn't shift, his eyes themselves probably convey his emotions well enough. there's a certain softness to them, even how they linger on her features, and as he lets himself in. he takes in the sight of the inside of her home, almost like he's committing the general design to memory. ]
I heard wine goes well with most dishes. [ he's probably gifted her several by now...
listen, gift giving is one of the many love languages sylus can speak to clorinde, okay. ]