[He's never really been sure why she wears breeches as a matter of habit, but he likes it: it makes her seem prepared, capable, doesn't give the lie that she's helpless, or make her more helpless than she would want to be... as more voluminous skirts might. Maybe it's just that they're practical for riding a dragon, but that doesn't explain why she continues to prefer them here.]
I'll take it back from you later.
[He attempts to sound flirtatious, but he doesn't quite make it there, not with the backs of her fingers against his belly and her eyes looking into his.]
Time for more rotting supper.
[His face twists to the side in mock dismay -- well, not entirely "mock," but the irony is intended.]
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I'll take it back from you later.
[He attempts to sound flirtatious, but he doesn't quite make it there, not with the backs of her fingers against his belly and her eyes looking into his.]
Time for more rotting supper.
[His face twists to the side in mock dismay -- well, not entirely "mock," but the irony is intended.]