[Truth be told, there's something eminently enjoyable about having Hilda at his side when he throws his weight around like this; it's one thing to be fawned over, and certainly he'd have his objections to it if he were ever deprived of that particular birthright of his. But what's even more fun is the power play of knowing full well that the resort staff doesn't want to extend the same courtesy to his companion that they're delighted to offer him. Getting what he wants is always sweeter when he knows full well his opposition doesn't want to give it up.
And Hilda, too, seems to grasp that game, if her winning smiles are any indication. When they sit, he opts to play it up just a little, sliding one hand across the tabletop to rest just the tips of his fingers over her own, like a warning to the staff that his influence covers her as figuratively as his touch does literally.]
He's the only one that matters. Evidently there have been a few others around; none that would be all that eager to spend time with me.
[He pauses.]
One was a girl. You might've gotten along with her.
[ At his touch her gaze flits down towards their fingers. And while he'll be able to see the slight twitch of her eyebrow and the lift of the corner of her lips in amusement what the staff sees is someone who leans in across the table. Her foot slides forward, touching briefly against his shoe. To them it could be seen as affectionate or possessive, but to her it's entirely conspiratorial in nature.
She's played enough of these games to know understand the subtleties being laid before her. And this, while silly and frivolous, is no less enjoyable. For a moment she can forget that she's here. She can leave the sounds of war that haunt her dreams. This is just a pleasant day spending time with someone who may or may not be her friend. ]
What makes you say that? Our nose for mischief? Our sparkling personalities?
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And Hilda, too, seems to grasp that game, if her winning smiles are any indication. When they sit, he opts to play it up just a little, sliding one hand across the tabletop to rest just the tips of his fingers over her own, like a warning to the staff that his influence covers her as figuratively as his touch does literally.]
He's the only one that matters. Evidently there have been a few others around; none that would be all that eager to spend time with me.
[He pauses.]
One was a girl. You might've gotten along with her.
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She's played enough of these games to know understand the subtleties being laid before her. And this, while silly and frivolous, is no less enjoyable. For a moment she can forget that she's here. She can leave the sounds of war that haunt her dreams. This is just a pleasant day spending time with someone who may or may not be her friend. ]
What makes you say that? Our nose for mischief? Our sparkling personalities?