[Spike seems to notice— perhaps even lets Therion watch him observe over his nose, look up at Therion's eyes and question. But as soon as he asks that question with his eyes, she seems to decide— no, he won't ask it, after all. Instead, he leans back into his own seat with a smile, still turned toward Therion, body language open and loose.]
And I'll show you again, too. Try me.
[But despite his playful threats, he's not giving off much a vibe of threatening or even moving much at all. He's content to let Therion play his little trick— or perhaps actively choosing to give Therion an inch of trust. A little experimental challenge— what will you do if you think I don't notice? what happens if I don't accuse?]
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And I'll show you again, too. Try me.
[But despite his playful threats, he's not giving off much a vibe of threatening or even moving much at all. He's content to let Therion play his little trick— or perhaps actively choosing to give Therion an inch of trust. A little experimental challenge— what will you do if you think I don't notice? what happens if I don't accuse?]