[He smiles broadly, his tone of voice taking on an amused lilt as though she'd just offered him a delightful bit of gossip, and he takes her hand in his so that he might raise it and brush his lips against the backs of her knuckles. He can't help but tease her a little; she's normally so buttoned-up that he'll take every opportunity he can to coax another smile out of her, even if sometimes it comes with a roll of the eyes.
He thinks he might actually be the only person in this entire hotel who's ever heard her laugh, although he can't be certain. Not the sort of thing one takes a poll on, exactly.]
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[He smiles broadly, his tone of voice taking on an amused lilt as though she'd just offered him a delightful bit of gossip, and he takes her hand in his so that he might raise it and brush his lips against the backs of her knuckles. He can't help but tease her a little; she's normally so buttoned-up that he'll take every opportunity he can to coax another smile out of her, even if sometimes it comes with a roll of the eyes.
He thinks he might actually be the only person in this entire hotel who's ever heard her laugh, although he can't be certain. Not the sort of thing one takes a poll on, exactly.]
That's terribly sweet. I am the worrying sort.
[She knows, Gale.]