[Luckily for him, she loves both naan and chutney. But she waits for him to sit with her, knowing it was rude to eat without one's host.
His frustration was... interesting. She hadn't seen this part of him yet, even if she had expected it. Even Nicholas Flamel, a man she had known for over three hundred years, could only handle Scathach's particular brand of "affection" for so long. And she thought of him as a father.
Scathach waits until he's finished, and then props her elbows on the table so she can rest her chin in her twined fingers.]
While I'd like to ask why you're upset, I'll leave it for later. Instead, let me ask this: why are you suddenly so concerned with my reasons for being here? I thought I had made it clear. [She almost carelessly drags her thumb over her bottom lip, just in case he'd forgotten.]
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His frustration was... interesting. She hadn't seen this part of him yet, even if she had expected it. Even Nicholas Flamel, a man she had known for over three hundred years, could only handle Scathach's particular brand of "affection" for so long. And she thought of him as a father.
Scathach waits until he's finished, and then props her elbows on the table so she can rest her chin in her twined fingers.]
While I'd like to ask why you're upset, I'll leave it for later. Instead, let me ask this: why are you suddenly so concerned with my reasons for being here? I thought I had made it clear. [She almost carelessly drags her thumb over her bottom lip, just in case he'd forgotten.]