[ it's far from the first time he's inhabited her bedroom, though his intention in occupying that space has always been with alternate pursuits in mind; now, he's literally standing on a threshold that feels equally metaphorical, and she briefly diverges to free her hands of the burning cigarette, discreetly putting it out before leaving it in the crystal ashtray. ]
It's rather late for studying, wouldn't you agree?
[ but there's a smile in her voice even while she's momentarily turned away from him before her mouth subtly quirks with it; she straightens to view him standing lax against the doorframe and steps in to take his hand in her own, establishing that hold of linked fingers before she carefully draws it around to the small of her back, inviting him close. ]
Je pense que... [ it is not anything that requires a great deal of thought from her, in spite of the deliberate pause. ] You should do it again. For the sake of comparison.
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It's rather late for studying, wouldn't you agree?
[ but there's a smile in her voice even while she's momentarily turned away from him before her mouth subtly quirks with it; she straightens to view him standing lax against the doorframe and steps in to take his hand in her own, establishing that hold of linked fingers before she carefully draws it around to the small of her back, inviting him close. ]
Je pense que... [ it is not anything that requires a great deal of thought from her, in spite of the deliberate pause. ] You should do it again. For the sake of comparison.