[ Always with the compliments and kind words, with this one. Only, this time, she takes it far less seriously. It's true that he knows that she knows, and she knows that he knows, and for that very reason, she gets the sense he's only saying that to deflect, just as she would deflect to guests in the house with pretty words and a cryptic smile. When she looks over and sees his little thumbs up, she chuckles quietly, amused, taking it as part of the bit. ]
Now, it is not a maid's place to correct a guest, but... perhaps you mistake your own brightness for mine. Hmm?
[ Which is said with some level of assuredness, because — her? Bright? She's probably anything but. Even the varnish he wears, with something much more complex underneath, seems brighter by comparison to the darkness that stains her spirit, figuratively and literally. ]
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Now, it is not a maid's place to correct a guest, but... perhaps you mistake your own brightness for mine. Hmm?
[ Which is said with some level of assuredness, because — her? Bright? She's probably anything but. Even the varnish he wears, with something much more complex underneath, seems brighter by comparison to the darkness that stains her spirit, figuratively and literally. ]