[ Neural implant. That's new. She has no bloody idea what that even means β but it doesn't sound like anything good, certainly; more unsettling is the implication that she has the same thing. Peggy wants to reach up and touch her own scar, as if that'll reveal any new clues, but the impulse is stifled and only comes to life in the way she flicks her gaze over him. And that could be anything, couldn't it? Intrigue, amusement, interest.
Only she doesn't yet realise that touching him, skin to skin, initiates the empathy bond. So the confusion rippling through her could very well be palpable to him more than the easy façade she's keeping up. If he probes deeper, past the bold confidence, he'll find sharp wariness, vibrating tension, all at odds with her charming smile. ]
You started it, Mr Jaqobis, [ she murmurs, trailing her fingertips back and forth over the nape of his neck, undeniably flirtatious. (Except it doesn't register through the bond, does it? The lights of the party make it difficult to tell.) ] Didn't you promise to make this worth my while?
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Only she doesn't yet realise that touching him, skin to skin, initiates the empathy bond. So the confusion rippling through her could very well be palpable to him more than the easy façade she's keeping up. If he probes deeper, past the bold confidence, he'll find sharp wariness, vibrating tension, all at odds with her charming smile. ]
You started it, Mr Jaqobis, [ she murmurs, trailing her fingertips back and forth over the nape of his neck, undeniably flirtatious. (Except it doesn't register through the bond, does it? The lights of the party make it difficult to tell.) ] Didn't you promise to make this worth my while?